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Then his mouth is on mine, gentle at first, before turning coaxing and deeper, and when he pulls away we’re both breathless, both staring at each other. Am I the only one who has some thinking to do, or has he been rocked by tonight as well?

“I’ll text you when we get back to Jackson Harbor,” he says softly. “Try to have fun tomorrow.”

I don’t trust myself to speak, so I nod