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She looked up at him, at his dearly familiar face so close to hers.

The greeny-grey of his changeable eyes, the long lashes, the faded freckles on his nose, the curve of his cheekbones. The curve of his mouth. So close. Kissing distance. Her stomach tensed. The old exquisite pain. And yet all she had to do was stand on her tiptoes, just a little, and move in.

Maybe Alex was waiting for her to step forward, to make the move. Maybe it had always been within her power to change things but she had just never dared.

Maybe …

She knew that whatever happened the consequences would be immense. There would be repercussions. Last time they had pretended it had never happened. It was unlikely that would happen again; their friendship would be altered for ever. Could she live with that?

Could she live without trying? Laugh it off as lack of sleep and too much schnapps? Now she had come so far …?

No—not when he was looking at her like that. Heat and questions and desire mingling in his eyes, just as she had always dreamed. I want you to go for what you want. That was what he'd told her.

She wanted him.

Flora stepped in, put her other hand on his shoulder and, raising herself on her tiptoes, she pressed her mouth to his.