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He looked at her, and she knew. He was going to kiss her.

He tipped her head back with one finger and brought his mouth to hers. The instant their lips touched, the kiss spun into a roller coaster ride of sensation.

She’d expected his kiss to be polished and calculated, a process to get from point A to point C. There was no point A. There was only a mating of lips and air and instinct.

When it was over, she held perfectly still. Her breath seemed to have solidified in her throat. She hadn’t been kissed in a long time. And never quite like this. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

“I disagree.”

“I should go home.”

“It’s only five days, Madeline. If you leave, you’ll never know what would have happened during those five days.”

She wondered how it would feel to be so sure of something. She used to be that sure. That felt like another woman’s life.