Her gaze hit his, and the pit of his stomach twisted as the heat melted him like butter on a hot roll.
"I can’t promise anything, Luke. You’ve given me every reason not to trust you, but after what you made me feel in the pantry, I know I want at least one more night with you.”
“I’ll take that.” He leaned forward and reached a hand under her ponytail to cup the back of her neck and pull her toward him as he lowered his lips to meet hers. The minute their mouths touched, he was in heaven.
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