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That one kiss didn’t mean anything

Not to him, not to her, either, Max rationalized. Sarah wasn’t the type for a flirtation or a brief affair. She didn’t date, and if she did, she would take it seriously. Max knew that.

But just a glance in her direction, seeing her hair tossed by the breeze, dark wisps on her cheek, watching her bite into a ripe strawberry, her lips stained red, he was not ready to say goodbye to her for good.

Max drank from the wine bottle and tasted her lips there. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more than a taste. He needed more. Maybe it was the sun. Maybe it was the warm air. Maybe it was her. He leaned across the blanket and framed her face in his hands. Sarah’s eyes widened. Such huge blue eyes.

What was so wrong with a kiss—or two—between friends?