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I swallowed thickly, then whispered, “I think you know.” Sam stayed silent, his mouth inches from my own, but his thumb began to move in back-and-forth strokes across my wrist. “I want to be sure,” he murmured. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and let the words fall from me. “I’d rather kiss you.”
Every Summer After
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