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‘That isn’t...’ Heat ripped through Lizzie when he leaned in.

‘Isn’t what?’ Damon said. ‘Fair?’

‘Sensible,’ she said as his lips curved in a smile.

‘Sensible?’ he mocked, sitting back. ‘Is that what you are now?’

‘No one stays eighteen for ever, Damon.’

‘No,’ he agreed. ‘But whatever age you are you can still live and feel and dare.’

‘Oh, I dare,’ Lizzie assured him, angling her chin to stare him in the eyes. ‘I just don’t want to be hurt again.’

‘Hurt?’ He frowned. ‘Do you expect me to hurt you?’

‘I just know I won’t give you the chance.’

‘It was you who stormed off,’ he pointed out.

She couldn’t deny it. She had, Lizzie remembered.

‘Are you going to storm off now?’ he suggested.

‘As I said, I’m not eighteen.’

‘No. You’re much improved.’

The smile behind his eyes had just become dangerous. Being this close to him was dangerous enough without that hard mouth teasing her with a faint smile. Her sensible mind said, Leave now! Move away! Make him take you back to the restaurant! but it was hard to be sensible when she wanted him so much. She only had to move by the smallest degree for their lips to touch, and for Damon’s arms to close around her.

And then she did, and they did, and she was lost.