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Christ.

She pushes up on her toes and leans in toward me. Our lips ghost over one another for the briefest of moments. Our bodies teetering on the precipice of what is sure to be a soul rocking meeting of lips.

BANG!

The sound of the once closed metal door colliding with the wall behind it echoes through the room.

“Oh, God! I’m sorry. I didn’t realize anyone was in here,” a voice sounds from the doorway.

Faith pushes away quickly and walks four paces away from me with her hands on her hips. She doesn’t turn to look at me at all.

I spin to see exactly who the cockblock is, but it’s a small, elderly woman dressed in a pair of workout leggings and a white T-shirt.

“I was looking for the bathroom. I’m assuming it’s not back here, is it?” she asks sweetly.

“No, I don’t think so,” I say, with a shake of the head.

“Rats. Okay, well I’ll leave you be. You have a good day, now.” She gives me a wave and I return the gesture as she closes the door, leaving us alone once again.

When I focus my attention back on Faith, she is sliding her hands over her face then she spins toward me.

“All right, can you show me the stance again? I want to make sure I get it right.”

She isn’t even going to acknowledge the near miss kiss we just had. I can see it written all over her face. She wants to move on. She’s back to business.

I’ll give her what she wants…for now.

I take my place behind her once again, helping her move back into position, but before we get started, I lean in and whisper eleven words into her ear.

“Just so we are clear, this isn’t over. Not even close.”

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