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“That’s funny. I was about to say the same thing.”

His gaze drops to my mouth.

“May I kiss you?”

I should say no.

We’re standing in the middle of my workplace.

The front door is unlocked.

And I have approximately forty-seven things to do before closing.

Instead, I whisper, “Yes.”

Vidar bends.

His mouth meets mine.

And every sensible thought in my head immediately resigns.

The kiss begins gently, just like yesterday.

But when I slide my hands up his chest, something changes.

He draws me closer, his broad palm settling against the small of my back.

I rise onto my toes.

His other hand cups my jaw.

The kiss deepens, warm and hungry, and I make a soft sound against his mouth before I can stop myself.

Vidar goes still.

Then pulls back just enough to look at me.

“Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head.

“No.”

His eyes darken.

“Then why did you make that sound?”

Oh, sweet mercy.

“Because I liked it.”

His mouth curves.

“Good.”

He kisses me again.

And this time, I forget all about the unlocked door.