Page 41 of Best In Class

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“I’m too drunk to drive you to the ER,” Lev warns.

Dom swims closer, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Still mad?”

“Always.”

“Still friends?”

I hesitate. “Maybe.”

“Progress.” Water drips from his lashes.

I don’t know what happens next—maybe it’s the way the sun catches the water, or how his hand grazes mine, orhow his smile feels like home—but for once, I don’t get that familiar, knee-jerk urge to pull away.

I stay.

I move closer.

I leaninto him.

Then, slowly, I place my lips on his.

It’s me taking what’s mine. I’m taking him…for a moment.

“God,Moonbeam.” He groans and dives into the kiss.

It’s wet.

It’s salacious.

It’s hot.

It’s tongue and teeth.

It’sus.

Not quite forgiveness.

But it’s…something.

“I want you,” he says. “I want to taste you. I want inside you. Damn it, Luna. I want it all.”

I pull away, wide-eyed.

I’m scared.

Someone’s whistling.

Someone else is clapping.

A cheer breaks out.

And then I hear Lev—unmistakably loud, warn, “That’s my sister, for everything holy!”

I swim away from Dom.

Away.

Away.

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