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Without warning, he dips down and captures my lips between his. The kiss is hard and urgent, like he’s not sure if he’ll ever be able to do this again, which is so silly because we’re going to dofarmore than just kissing.

He wrenches his mouth from mine. “Because I can’t not kiss you the entire way to my house.”

“You think I’m going to make out with you in a cab in front of a stranger?”

“Yes.” His answer is sure, strong, like he knows that’s exactly what will happen.

Thing is, he’s not wrong.

Every time Robbie presses his lips to mine, I’m lost—lost like I never want to be found, no matter the audience we have.

His phone pings and he tugs it from his pocket, checking the screen. It must be good news judging from the way his eyes light up.

“Cab is here. Let’s go.”

He takes my hand and rushes us toward the front of Lola’s.

We slide into the back and Robbie gives the driver his address. The cabbie takes off and we’re silent. Though I know he’s staring at me, I don’t look over at him.

It’s partly because I know I’ll start kissing him as soon as I do, and partly because I’m starting to get nervous. This all feels so…real.

I’m about to have sex. With Robbie.

A man I met three weeks ago. A man who makes me think of him non-stop, who sets me ablaze with a stupid grin.

I just need to figure out how to tell him I’m a virgin before we reach his house.

How exactly do you explain something like that to someone? I never talked about it with my ex-fiancé. He was told by my parents I was to save myself for marriage, and he respected that—if sleeping with everyone but me means respect, that is.

But Robbie…he has no idea. We’ve never discussed it. There aren’t many twenty-something-year-old virgins out there, so it’s not something that comes up naturally.

How am I supposed to bring it up now?

I can still feel his gaze on me, and it makes me shift uncomfortably.

I hear his hand slide across the seat. He strokes my finger with his own and I shiver from the touch…which issostupid.

If one simple collision of skin can cause this reaction, what will it feel like when we’re naked in his bed? When his body is pressed against mine, all our delicious places lining up?

How am I going to survive any of this?

“Monty.”

It’s not a question, not really a statement either. He says my name like he can’t help himself.

“Yeah?”

“I want to kiss you again.”

I’m on the other side of the car before I can stop myself.

I press against him, my lips finding his with ease despite the darkness of the cab. We cling to each other, but it’s not enough. I don’t think it’ll ever be enough. His hands are on my waist, fingers flexing against me over and over again until he lifts me and hauls me onto his lap.

I sigh in relief the moment we connect.

This is what I’ve been missing.

“You’ll need to buckle in if you’d like to continue this ride,” the cabbie says with laughter in his voice.

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