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I wasn’t letting myself stop to think. Not with the way my blood seemed to race through my veins, not with how my fingers attacked the buttons on Jake’s shirt as if they had a mind of their own. I knew I had to keep going, because otherwise, I’d lose my nerve.
I didn’t want to do that. Maybe I’d lost my mind, but I wasn’t going to let doubt or worry or fear stop me from being with him. From the moment he’d first kissed me, I’d known deep down it would come to this. I could run away, but I couldn’t hide from the connection between us, which felt like a living thing. Denying it was impossible.
Surrender seemed the only option.
His body surprised me with its perfection. Or rather, I’d guessed he would be gorgeous, but those abstract imaginings couldn’t come close to the reality of his
