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His lips pulled away from mine and he groaned softly in my ear. “I’ve been haunted by the night I first kissed you. I couldn’t resist. And just one taste was never enough. It never could have been.” He leaned down and kissed me again. Softer this time. Slow and loving. And it was somehow even more intense than his rough, passionate kiss. I had crossed the line. And knew I needed to step back before I was too far gone. I pressed my hands against his chest, pushing him away. “I can’t.” He cringed. “I’m sorry. I should have waited. I just…” “No.” I tried to steady my breathing. “The kiss was amazing. That’s not…” I let my voice trail off. “James, I can’t come back with you. I can already see myself slipping into this life that I don’t know. I can see myself falling for you. I can see you b
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