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Temptation tightened his gut to the point that he had no breath of his own. The breath he drew in was hers.

The spoon—and dessert—were forgotten, as was decorum. Her eyes seemed to hypnotize him, turning him into someone he didn’t recognize. Someone with longings that were being unleashed.

Like a man trapped in a dream, Marcos saw himself sliding his fingers around her face, framing it.

Wanting nothing more in life than to kiss her.

His breath stopped again.

As did hers.