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She started to shake her head side to side, but he reached out and cupped her face in his hands.

“Don’t do that,” he said. “All those snowflakes caught in your curls make you look like a princess.”

She lifted her chin, and the tiny droplets of melting snow on her face seemed to glisten. “How can this frog be a princess when she’s never been kissed?”

That was all Isaac needed to hear.

He sucked in a breath, not giving his mind time to think or to worry or to even care about tomorrow.

“I can take care of that right now,” he whispered.

He closed his eyes and slowly guided her face to his, relying on sense, rather than sight, to that first taste he knew he would never forget.

And Autumn did not disappoint. Her lips were soft and warm and surprisingly insistent upon his, and in the haze of their kisses he felt her fingers on his chest, unbuttoning his coat.