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Bending, Oliver lightly kissed her eyelids, her cheek, her lips.

Dyan lifted her hand and ran her fingertips over his mouth. “We hardly know each other,” she said softly. “We only met a few days ago.”

“Long enough to know that we like each other. Long enough to recognize the sexual attraction that we both feel. And don’t say that it isn’t there,” Oliver added, capturing her hand. “You know it as well as I do.”

“I wasn’t going to deny it,” Dyan admitted. “But…” She paused, seeking the right words, but Oliver finished the sentence for her.

“But you’re not the kind of girl who goes with a man on the first date?”