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“
Oh
,
I
hope
so
.
”
He
gazes
down
at
me
.
“
You
were
so
mad
at
me
,
”
he
breathes
.
“
Yes
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
remember
anyone
but
my
family
ever
being
mad
at
me
.
I
like
it
.
”
He
runs
the
tips
of
fingers
down
my
cheek
.
Oh
my
,
his
proximity
,
his
delicious
Christian
smell
.
We
’
re
supposed
to
be
talking
,
but
my
heart
is
pounding
,
my
blood
singing
as
it
courses
through
my
body
,
desire
pooling
,
unfurling
…
everywhere
.
Christian
bends
and
runs
his
nose
along
my
shoulder
and
up
to
the
base
of
my
ear
,
his
fingers
slipping
into
my
hair
.
“
We
should
talk
,
”
I
whisper
.
“
Later
.
”
“
There
’
s
so
much
I
want
to
say
.
”
“
Me
,
too
.
”
He
plants
a
soft
kiss
under
my
earlobe
while
his
fingers
tighten
in
my
hair
.
Pulling
my
head
back
,
he
exposes
my
throat
to
his
lips
.
His
teeth
skim
my
chin
,
and
he
kisses
my
throat
.
