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We passed between the thick pillars of a tall office building, and Jared stopped. “Maddie, wait.” I turned to see his eyes pleading with me. “Back there—that wasn’t what I was going to say.” “It wasn’t?” “No.” He moved closer, and my breath caught. “Last night wasn’t a mistake. I want it to happen again. And I don’t want to be friends.” His head bowed, and his lips hovered near mine, tempting me with how close they were. “Do you?” “No, I don’t want to be friends.” Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” popped into my head as I said it. That’s what happened when you thought in music. “But what about the show? And…your reputation?” “We’ll figure something out. But Maddie, I swear, you’re the only one I want.” I’d been dying to hear those words for weeks. Our mouths met, forced together by the unstop
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