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I stagger but gather myself.She is kissing me.

Moving my hand from her cheek to her neck I kiss her back. She’s unsure and uneasy in her strokes, but I guide her and keep it slow for her.

I keep my hand glued to her waist, knowing damn well if I touch her anywhere else, she might freak out. When I squeeze her a little, she falls into me.

I sense her getting breathless, so I unlock our lips. She draws in a deep breath, and I smile.

“I like you, too,” she says quickly.

“You do?”

In reply, I get her beautiful smile.

“Words. I need fucking words,” I plead.

With a spark in her eyes, she inches closer to me. “I like you, Heath.”

“Fuck!” I lean my forehead against hers.

A laugh bubbles out of her.

I listen to it, and then I have my lips on hers and we’re kissing.

I can’t get enough of her lips.

After a minute or so, we pull back and our breaths mingle in the tiny space between us.

“Hi.” She smiles.

“Hi.” I smile back.

Yes, I’m fucking smiling.

Only for her.

I know I’ve lost my mind. But it’s fine, as long as it’sherI’m losing my mind over.

Clearing my throat, I say, “You got some orders.”

I give her my phone and she eagerly takes it.

Instead of a smile, she grimaces, and that tugs my heartstrings.

“I can’t come tonight to fulfill these orders. Maybe tomorrow?”

Disappointment sinks in me like claws. “What’s wrong?”

She chews her bottom lip, and all I want to do is kiss her again. “I need to be home,” she mutters.

She’s hiding something. I can see it in her eyes, but I let it go.

“I’ll pick you up in the morning.”

Her eyes go big. “You don’t need to.”

“I will.”

“Heath—”

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