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"Holy Toledo!" Eliza whispered to herself, sinking back against the headboard as Cameron went into what she assumed was a bathroom. She heard him moving around, probably looking for something she could wear. She had kissed a stranger. In her entire existence, she had never once kissed a man she wasn't at least familiar with. What must he think of her? First, she appeared on his doorstep, covered in snow, and entered his home without an invitation. Then she passed out in the arms of one man only to wake up in another's. She'd attached her lips to his before her brain had even had a chance to counter her actions.
And, to be honest, she had wanted a whole lot more than a mere kiss. They'd been naked together. He'd stripped her while she was unable to do so, warmed her with his big, strong
