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He looked at me. “I’m going to knock on the door.”
I stared at him. “Seriously? You’re just going to knock on the door and ask for Luke?”
“Yeah, he’s probably alone, and besides,” he said, raising his gun, “I have this.”
“Wow, that’s ingenious.”
He smiled, sheepishly. “Well, do you have a better idea?”
I smiled bitterly. “No, I guess not.”
Bryce pulled me into his arms. “How about a good luck kiss?”
I looked into his blue eyes and licked my lips. “Um, okay.”
I guess Bryce’s version of a simple kiss was a whole lot different than mine. His mouth crushed against my lips and I held on as the familiar rush of emotions swept through me. I slid my hands up to the back his neck into his wavy black hair and moaned as one of his hands slid across my chest and squeezed. After a while, he
