“Then brace yourself.” He straightened up and backed away from me a step or two. I can’t say that I have.” That was an understatement. Swept off your feet. Had someone show you how you make him feel.” “Wooed,” he repeated, punctuating the word with a kiss on my other cheek. “Wooed?” The word felt strange in my mouth. Have you?” The words were a low whisper in my ear, and the shiver intensified. “I do.” Another kiss on my cheek, and then his teeth grazed my earlobe, and I shivered. “I have a theory about you, Emily Parker.” “I thought I’d save that for next weekend.” He bent to kiss me again but swerved at the last second to brush his lips against my cheek instead. Is that weird? Does that make me one of those stalker guys?” “That’s better.” He cupped my cheek in his hand, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheekbone. He only deepened the kiss a little while his hand slid into my hair and his other hand curved into the small of my back. His lips were warm and his kiss was sweet. “Hi.” I caught a flash of his smile as he bent to kiss me.
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