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“Thanks for the offer, but—” he brushed his lips gently across hers “—I feel it’s important to know that I am extremely interested in you.”

“Extremely?” Macy squeaked out. Her heart thudded against her rib cage so loudly that she just knew he could hear it.

“Extremely and only.”

To confirm his words, Duke pressed his lips against hers. He tasted like coffee, strong and sweet. His mouth moved with an expertise that she’d never experienced before. Their connection was magnetic. His bottom lip curved perfectly against hers. Regardless of their height difference, their bodies fit together like a glove, molding against each other. His large hands supported her lower back, pulling her close to him. She could feel the hardness of his body and swayed. Macy closed her eyes and allowed the feeling to take over her. It was as if she was floating on a cloud and she never wanted to come down. She could be kissed like this forever. But forever wasn’t an option for them.

Every fiber of her was on fire. How long had it been since she’d been properly kissed like that?