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Оглавление“You think I didn’t notice how you’ve changed?”
Jenny wasn’t sure how to answer that. If he’d noticed, he’d done a darn good job of hiding it. “You didn’t say anything,” she pointed out.
“What, exactly, was it that you wanted me to say?” He leaned closer still, and a few beats of silence ticked past. “That your eyes look like emeralds without your glasses? That you have unbelievably sexy legs?”
Jenny couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe.
His fingertips fluttered against her temple, touching her hair. “Or that your red lips look soft, smooth, delicious.” His hand eased around to the back of her head, fingers splaying into her hairline, as he drew her forward, his mouth coming down on hers in slow motion.
What was happening? What was going—
And then he was kissing her.
He was kissing her.
