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She smelled like sugar and frosting and all the things he’d ever longed for. An ache gripped him so hard he had to drag in a breath.

She swayed toward him, those green eyes lowering to his lips. The pulse at the base of her throat fluttered faster and faster. Her hand tightened in his.

He gripped her chin, lifted it, needing to taste her so badly he thought he might fall to his knees from the force of it. Desire licked fire through his veins. His lips started to descend. He moved in close, so close he could taste her breath, but the expression in her eyes froze him.

They glittered. With tears.

“Don’t you dare kiss me out of pity.”

She didn’t move out of his hold, and he knew then that she was as caught up in the same grip of desire as him.

“Please, Rick. Don’t kiss me because you feel sorry for me.”

The tears trembled, but they didn’t fall. Every muscle he had screamed a protest, but he released her and stepped back.

He swallowed twice before he was sure his voice would work. “Pity was the last thing on my mind.”