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“Nine…eight…seven…”

I step closer, and she doesn’t back away. Instead, she leans into me, nothing but fire in her eyes.

“You think I’ll fall for you from just a kiss, Stokehill?”

“Never,” I say, reaching to cup her delicate face. Fuck, her skin is so smooth beneath my calloused hands. “But you may soften up to me a bit.”

She smiles up at me. “I highly doubt that.”

“Only one way to find out, Reese’s Pieces” I say, cocking a brow at her in question.

“Four…three…two…”

She reaches up on her tiptoes—even in heels she’s so much shorter than me—and bridges the distance between us.

I don’t hear the countdown finish.

I barely hear the cheers and claps that announce the New Year.

I can onlyfeel.

Reese’s mouth fits perfectly against mine, and she tastes like strawberries as she parts her lips for me, letting me slide in. I shift us, drawing her flush against me as I take control of the kiss. I flick my tongue against hers, teasing and exploring, relishing the little hitch in her breath when I do it.

Fuck, my blood is on fire. She kisses just like she speaks to me—a combination that lands somewhere between feisty and angry, and it’s hot as hell.

My hands drop from her cheeks, roaming over her body in quick touches that have me aching to sink into her perfect body. She’s starred in more than one of my dreams lately, but the reality is so much better.

“Happy New Year!!!” someone yells so loud next to us it makes us break apart.

She draws back farther, her green eyes molten as she grins up at me.

Then shelaughsand shakes her head as she pulls away from me. “You can’t be bad at anything, can you?”

“Some things,” I say.

“Happy New Year, Stokehill,” she says, brushing past me and heading toward where Blakely and Monroe are celebrating at the bar with Lawson and Pax.

“Happy New Year, Reese’s Pieces,” I say, wondering why the hell I hate watching her walk away so much.

And then I do something Ineverdo.

I chase after her.

CHAPTER 2

REESE

“Are we seriously doing shots?”I ask once I’ve found my spot next to Blakely and Monroe at the bar. Pax and Lawson have waters in front of them, but there are three shots of clear liquid lined up for us.

“It’s a new year!” Monroe says, scooping up her shot as we do the same. “We’re allowed to let loose.”

My cheeks flush as I clink my shot glass against my two best friends’ glasses, then throw back the contents. The alcohol burns all the way down, adding another wave of heat to my already sensitive skin.

Nash freaking Stokehillkissedme.

I want to shout the words at my friends, but it’s a little hard to when the man himself saunters up to the bar to join our little group, like he has nowhere more important to be.

A warm shiver runs the length of my body just from his approach, let alone the way I can still feel the effects of his kiss.

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