Taylor let herself feel the pleasant warmth of that charged attraction as she took a large sip of her wine before she settled it down on the dresser and pushed herself onto her feet. “I should probably go.” “Wait.” Brooke’s hand, steady and warm, reached out and took a hold of her wrist, stilling her. “You going to walk me to the door?” Taylor quipped as she turned. Brooke gave her wrist a firm tug, her other hand reaching out to cup her cheek in a move far smoother than Taylor would have credited to her. Surprised, Taylor’s eyes widened even as her stomach dipped. And then Brooke’s lips,
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THEY KISSED WHAT
