“I…I want to kiss you,” she blurted. “Like, a lot right now.” My stomach dropped. Wasn’t expecting that. She let out a whimper of embarrassment. “You asked me what I preferred, and that was my first thought. I’d prefer it if you pinned me against a wall and kiss me.” I almost laughed because that’d been my dream for the past few weeks. Now that she voiced it, the fantasy felt more like a manifestation. “What? Now you’re looking weird.” She held onto her stomach. “I made it weird. Damn it.” “It’s not weird.” “I’m weird. You don’t have to soften the blow. And don’t kiss me.” I frowned,
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