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How many times had she fantasised about kissing that mouth? Too many to count.

And there it was, right in front of her.

Her pulse kicked up another notch as the devil whispered, Kiss him, and she contemplated doing just that.

That would definitely wake him up.

But what if he rejected her advances? It would be embarrassing and awkward. For a very long time. It would probably even kill her. She’d probably die of mortification on the spot.

It would certainly be hard to come back from.

Another sinful whisper. But what if he doesn’t?

In a few short months Luke would be heading back to London, and the thought that she might never get another opportunity to show him how she felt suddenly scared her a hell of a lot more.

Screw it.

And the devil smiled.