Page 23 of Mr. Dangerous

Our mouths slid apart. Rob kissed me one last time, a chaste little peck on the lips. No moretongue.

I glanced around, embarrassed; we were tongue-kissing like we wanted to tear off each other’s clothes in front of a boutique children’s toy store with a crayon-coloredawning.

“Well, jeez,” Rob said. “If you’d told me that all I had to do to end our arguments was to tell you that you’repretty…”

I raised my hand between us, palm out. “Do not. That was aone-off.”

He grinned. “Why did you kiss me,Naomi?”

“We are not going to talkaboutthis.”

“We’ll have plenty of time to talk on our way toBoston.”

“We are not going to Bostontogether.”

“I thought we could leave thisafternoon.”

“No,Rob.”

He was grinning. He took another lick of his ice cream, watching me with those knowing blue eyes. His tongue slowly followed the curve of his ice cream before it disappeared back into hismouth.

He was watching mewatchhim.

“You’re infuriating,”Isaid.

“In agoodway.”

I shook my head. It made himsmile.

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