“Would you like to date me for real?” he asks. “No contracts. No business. Just you and me.” I press my lips together, and try not to melt. “I’ll see you when I get back.” Another kiss, this one on my cheek. “And I’ll call you from the road.” Another kiss, on the opposite cheek. I nod. I can’t speak or stop looking at him. And then, as if to make sure I know exactly what he’s offering, he pulls my body to his and kisses me again, this time a little more spicy than sweet, leaving me bewildered and out of breath. “Goodnight, Poppy,” he says, his lips still touching mine. “Goodnight, Dallas.” I
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