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‘Are you okay?’

Cassie nodded automatically, but she doubted she’d ever be okay again. She felt like she’d just had a lobotomy. Could a kiss render you stupid?

‘I think I should go now. Unless…’ He dropped his gaze to her swollen mouth.

Cassie shook her head and took a step back. No unless. Go, yes, just go. He’d turned her into a dunce.

Tuck smiled at her dazed look. It was nice to have left an impression on Little-Miss-Know-It-All. ‘Good night, Cassiopeia.’

Cassie was incapable of answering him. She feared she’d been struck mute. As well as dumb. She watched him swagger to his room opposite hers, slot his key in, open his door. He turned as he stepped into his room.

‘I’ll be right over here. If you need a cup of shhu-gar.’

Cassie had no pithy comeback as his door clicked quietly shut.