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When we pulled apart, he stared at me, a heat in his gaze that made me feel powerful.
“Damn,” I repeated. I wanted to be kissed like that again, like I was something special, something wanted, like I was . . . someone.
Maybe my next career move will be writing a book titled How to Fail at Flirting and Still Get Laid.
