“I’m kicking myself for giving you my jacket now.” His gaze darted down the dark gap between my body and his jacket. “In case I didn’t tell you already. That dress looks killer on you.” “Thank you.” Our lips were a hairsbreadth away. My body tingled in anticipation of everything he was ready to serve up. All those nights I read and reread his words. The way my fingers tingled when I slipped another note into his mailbox and grabbed one of his. But this wasn’t pen and paper anymore. This was everything we’d written about in our letters. All the promises he made and the months of fantasy-making.
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