Chapter 12
Peyton
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HE LEANED INTO my window and kissed me on the lips, first softly, and then with passion. “I’m glad I met you,” he whispered, touching my cheek as he slowly pulled away.
“Same here,” I said, stunned.
Smiling, he walked over to his motorcycle and got on. As he started it, heat rushed through my body as I imagined the two of us doing more than just kissing.
Slow down, I told myself. It was just a kiss. And we were just having dinner.
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I DROVE HOME and was just walking through the front door, when my cell phone went off. It was my friend Stephanie.
“Hi, Steph,” I said, answering the call.
“Hi. We missed you at dinner last night,” she pouted.
Stephanie and I had known each other since high school and she was probably my closest friend. Although we d
