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The kiss we shared hasn’t been mentioned. Maybe that’s why it seems to take up all the space between us.

But since he doesn’t bring it up, I don’t feel like I can, either.

“There are clothes in the wardrobe,” he tells me. “And everything you need is in the bathroom. I’ll be outside waiting for you.”

He leaves, giving me the room. I know he’s trying to offer me privacy, but I actually wish he’d made an excuse to stay.

Even the beauty of the room I’m in seems to fade a little in his absence.

I pick something pretty and simple from the wardrobe and run a brush through my hair before heading out to see him.

My heart is going a mile a minute.

I feel like that naïve eighteen-year-old again.

And God, it feels good.


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