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I can feel his heart thudding against my own.

His fingers tangle into my hair and he presses my mouth onto his again—a hard collision.

He begins walking forward, causing my feet to stumble backward and into the door frame.

My hands find his bare chest. I’ve been dying to know what he feels like.

“I’ve waited years to kiss you again,” he whispers against my mouth.

And with those words, he slides both of his hands underneath my thighs, lifting me high against the wall until I’m looking down at him.

My mouth finds his like a moth finds a flame—without hesitation, burning like fire spreading through my veins.

My heartbeat throbs in my ears as his tongue dives into my mouth, taking control.

I push my body away from his, releasing our lips. His face remains eager, a small grunt escaping his lips as he gently sets me back down on the ground.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Sean,” I whisper, completely out of breath.

I step back into my room, closing the door as he stares at me, his arms still in the air.

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As we head to JFK, Sean rests his hand on my knee the whole cab drive. The flight felt much longer than the first.

The memory of his lips on mine, the way his hands held me. It’s not something you can just brush past. It takes over your every thought.

I brush my lips, remembering how they felt last night. His touch still lingers around me as I try to picture every bit of him. I vaguely remember what it was like years ago, but this was…intoxicating.

When we get back to the PDX airport, he drives me straight home.

When he pulls into the driveway, he doesn’t turn the truck off.

“So,” he says, smiling.

“So,” I repeat.

“You kissed me.”

“I did?” I tilt my head, pretending to be confused.

“You’re funny,” he says, leaning in slightly.

He places his elbow on the center console, flinging his head into his hand.

“We should probably talk about what this means,” he mumbles, narrowing his eyes as he tries to decipher my thoughts.

“I think you’re right. It’s time.”

“How about later tonight?” he asks, staring at his watch. “The Dugout on Main Street? Five o’clock?”

“Sounds good. I have plans with my dad at seven-thirty, so that should give us plenty of time.”

I give him a quick kiss on the cheek before hopping out of his truck.

I’m ready for a nap.

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