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"I stare at him. We are alone.
At last, at last.
I lunge for his coat, unbuttoning it, and I slide my hands to his neck, pull his head toward mine, trying not to scrape him with my clunky cast. His hands suspend in the air for a second, and then he buries them in my hair and we're kissing and panting and touching each other, starving and lusty and steamy hot, and soon he's wrenching my coat off and pulling off his own, and he presses against me, his chest against my chest, our feet finding spaces every other, and his thighs squeezing mine. And suddenly I realize that what's pressing against me is not all thigh, and I am secretly amazed and a little shocked by it being there doing that. He moans and drags his lips to my neck, and my hands flounder at his hips and slide over them into his back pockets..."
pg. 49 (e-ARC)