embarrass myself big time. Ethan is only a few yards away, then a few feet, and then I’m there, cutting the line to get to him. There’re moans of protest behind me. Hungry men want their lunch and I’m standing in the way of that, but I’m not here for a plate of spaghetti, though that garlic bread does smell damn good, so perhaps I will reward myself with some afterward. At the moment, I’m here for something else. Without another thought, I press up onto my toes, grab Ethan by the front of his shirt, and lay one on him like I’m a soldier returning from war. Our lips collide and stars erupt.
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