“It was a kiss,” I said, with a nonchalance I was far from feeling. “Why? Haven’t you had one before? People sometimes exchange them on dates.” He turned on me with such ferocity that I actually took a step back. “Is this a game to you? What has Bridget told you?” “What? N-no.” “Tell me what’s going on.” “Nothing’s going on.” We were sort of dancing down the street at this point, me skipping backwards over the pavement as he stalked after me, shoes clicking and coat flying. There was clearly something very, very wrong with me because it was kind of hot. His eyes gleamed. “Now.” I tripped over
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