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James walked over to my bed and sat down on the edge of it. "The Beatles?" he asked, nodding his head toward a poster on my wall. "I'm an old soul." "You're full of surprises, Penny Taylor." "I hope that's a good thing." He smiled at me. He looked so out of place, sitting on my unmade bed full of teddy bears. But he looked surprisingly comfortable. He looked happy. "What is the wildest fantasy you had in this room?" "Honestly, nothing that risqué. I just had tons of dreams about getting my first kiss." "Was your actual first kiss everything you dreamed it would be?" "No. The first kiss we had was much more like my dreams." I walked over to him, stopping when I was standing right in front of him. He lightly brushed his fingertips against my thigh. I swallowed hard. "And why is t
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