"I'm sorry," I murmured. "I don't remember." "I can help you remember," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and going in for a kiss. My face jerked to the side and she met my cheek instead. "Cameron," she whined. "I know you'll feel it if you kiss me. Do it," she urged, a hardness to her tone that had me untangling her arms and stepping back. "No. I'm not going to kiss you. I don't feel anything sexual for you, Laurie. My memories returning isn't going to change anything," I growled, pissed that she'd tried to kiss me without my consent. Her eyes narrowed on me for a split second,
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