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Scottie let out a ragged breath, trying to smile. “You’re being too nice.”

“Sorry, it’s in my DNA. Nothing I can do about it,” Bryce told her, leaning in closer as he wiped away another tear that insisted on spilling out.

The moment seemed to freeze, embossing itself on the folds of time. Very slowly, Bryce lowered his mouth to hers. It was a kiss meant to comfort, a kiss to tell her it was all right to cry. A kiss to let her know that she wasn’t alone in this, that he was there for her and would continue to be there for her.

It bordered on more.

She knew she shouldn’t have let it happen, or, at the very least, that she should have pulled back when it began. But once his lips touched hers, she realized that she was hungrier for comfort than she thought was humanly possible.

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