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His conscience, a small voice that had been banished to the far corners of his mind, begged him to stop. To remember who Carly was.

Yet he couldn’t seem to yield to common sense. Not yet. Not until he’d tasted her just this one time. But it had been Carly who came to her senses first, who’d placed her hands on his chest and pushed away slowly.

Her breath was ragged. “I wish we were anywhere but here.”

So did Bo. His bed at home would have been nice. But he couldn’t deal with the reality of what they’d done, the step they’d taken that would change their friendship forever.

Friends didn’t kiss each other like that….