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But he doesn’t kiss me. He waits for me to make a move, always patient, always understanding. Adam is too good for me, and I’m…I’m a mess. I pull away from his touch and turn my back to him. “You should stay away from me.” “Elena…”“Please. Leave me alone.” For a long second he doesn’t move. But then he sighs. I hear his footsteps heading back toward the car. Something tightens in my chest at the sound. I don’t understand how I can have feelings for someone so different from me, someone I’ve known for only a day. Someone I’m completely wrong for. And yet… “Adam, wait!” I sprint into the rain, catching up to him. This time I don’t hesitate. I don’t think. I slide my hands up to his neck and pull him toward me. My lips press against his and he responds immediately, wrapping his arms
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