“So, are you going to try and kiss me or something?” His hand had been resting lightly on the back of my neck, lazily disturbing the hairs there with his thumb. He suddenly tightened that hand and pulled me in even closer. “Do or do not. There is no try.” He dipped his head down, and his soft lips landed on mine. The kiss was warm and gentle and indescribably tender. I blinked blissfully as he pulled away, and my eyes felt slow and heavy. “Did you just quote Yoda before kissing me?” He shrugged. His hand was still warm on my neck. “He’s a wise dude.” “I’m pretty sure he’s not a dude.” “Then
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