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“No.” She bit her lower lip. “Maybe.”
She opened her mouth and then shook her head. “My mom taught me to show not tell.” And then her hands went to his chest, one of them right over the Band-Aid, which she touched gently, running her fingers over it as if she wished she could take away the pain. “I just . . . need to see . . .”
Her gaze dropped to his mouth and again she hesitated. Tenderness mixed with his sudden pervasive hunger and need, a dizzy- ing combination for a guy who prided him- self on not feeling much. “Pru—”
“Shh a second,” she whispered. And then closing the gap, she brushed her lips over his.
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