Page 125 of Love Bites

“Almost, Lark,” the professor said encouragingly. “Third time’s a charm. They won’t be able to resist.”

I had a sudden unbidden image in my mind of Luke and me, standing inches apart in that cave last night, trying desperately not to give in to our unspoken desires.

Third time’s a charm.

I really hoped that wasn’t the case with us.

I watched as Lark murmured the words a third time and the two halves of her ring snapped together with a metallic clink.

“Whoa,” I said.

“It’s easy,” Lark explained. “When the bodies really want to be together, all it takes is a little nudge.”

The overwhelming desire of the parts to form the whole.

God, I really was doomed.

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