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“We should go,” he said gruffly, his face inscrutable. “Why?” Her heartbeat thundered. She gripped his arms tight to keep herself from twining her own about his neck. He lowered his mouth to her ear, brushing it with a feather-soft kiss. “It isn’t safe.” Her answering shiver had nothing to do with the cold. She had never stood so close to any man, had never fought the urge to press herself even closer. “What could happen?” she whispered. He cupped her face in his hands. “Anything.” — Erica Ridley
We should go,” he said gruffly, his face inscrutable.
“Why?” Her heartbeat thundered. She gripped his arms tight to keep herself from twining her own about his neck.
He lowered his mouth to her ear, brushing it with a feather-soft kiss. “It isn’t safe.”
Her answering shiver had nothing to do with the cold. She had never stood so close to any man, had never fought the urge to press herself even closer.
“What could happen?” she whispered.
He cupped her face in his hands. “Anything.