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The feel of her small body wrapped around him eradicated every thought from his mind. The reason for the deceit, the very fact that he was deceiving her and had no intention of allowing the show to continue—everything wiped out. Clean.

Hell, he would have a hard time remembering his own name he was so stunned by her reaction.

Without conscious thought or will he drew back and lifted her face, forcing her chin up and making her look at him.

“And I think it’s time we drop the formality. My name is Keanu. Friends call me Key,” he said, brushing a finger beneath her chin and tilting her face farther up so he could see her eyes.

Her throat constricted as she swallowed, biting her lower lip in obvious nervousness, a gesture he’d seen her do on more than one occasion. His eyes followed the trail of her small tongue.

“And can we be that?” she said, her voice husky. “Friends?”

“Yes,” he said, hearing the deepness in his own voice, but not giving a damn. “I think we can be that. At least,” he finished, his eyes locked on hers.

Her startled gaze was centered on him, and as he leaned down and brought their faces together, bringing their mouths into alignment, he slanted his mouth over hers.