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“Tell me why this is a bad idea,” Dallas said.

He slid his hand around the back of Joelle’s neck, angling her head. Angling her body, too, with the grip he still had on her waist. They were pressed against each other like lovers now.

“Because you can’t forgive me?” she managed. “Because you hate me?”

He was right in her face, and she saw that register in his eyes. Both valid reasons. Well, the first one anyway. That didn’t look like hate in all those swirls of blue in his eyes. No hate in his body, either. His breath was uneven. Heart racing.

“Because we don’t have time for this.” Joelle tried again. “And because you’d regret it.”

Dallas kept staring for what seemed an eternity, and even though he didn’t move, her body seemed to think it was about to get lucky with Dallas. Everything inside her was melting, urging her to do what Dallas had so far resisted.

Like kiss him…