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‘I’m not going to tell you.’

He didn’t start slow, he just lowered his head—and Libby got the most thorough kissing of her life. His jaw was rough and delicious, but when she tried to kiss him back she was met by a refusal. This was his kiss to her, his mouth said.

His kiss had her hot, right there in the street. The only movement he allowed was for her hands to reach for his chest and slide over the cool fabric of his shirt. He let her experience a fraction of what being held by him felt like, then cruelly removed the pleasure.

‘Bed,’ Daniil said.

‘I don’t …’ Libby halted. What had she been about to say? That she didn’t want to?

Since the age of eight, dancing had come first. Which had meant self-discipline.

In everything.

How nice to stand here on the brink of making a decision based purely on now—on her own needs and wants right at this moment.

And she did want.

So she chose to say yes when the wisest choice might have been to decline.

‘Bed,’ Libby said, nodding.