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Some wild impulse grabbed me then and I threw myself at him, giving him a quick hug. It was like something had taken control of my body, turning me into a much more confident version of myself. When his arms wrapped around me in response, I found myself lifting up on my tiptoes to brush a kiss against his cheek. But Ethan turned his head at that exact moment and my lips accidentally brushed his mouth instead. Something short-circuited in my brain. His mouth! Was touching! Mine! The moment was ruined when he stepped back so fast that I nearly stumbled. I caught myself and realized what had happened, my cheeks flaring with heat. I’d kissed him, and it hadn’t even been on purpose. “I’m so sorry,” Ethan said, holding up his hands, looking panicked. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. It was
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