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This time, when he leaned down, he didn't stop.His mouth covered mine, gentle at first, then more insistent when I responded.I melted into him, my hands fisting in his t-shirt, my body coming alive in ways I'd almost forgotten were possible.
When we broke apart, we were both breathing hard.
"That," he said, his forehead resting against mine, "is what feeling something looks like."
He was right.For the first time in years, I felt fully alive.Awake.Present in my own body instead of just existing in my head.
And it scared me.
"I should go," I said, but I didn't move away from him.
"Should, or want to?"
"Both."
He smiled, the expression understanding rather than disappointed."Okay.But Nicole?"
"Yeah?"
"This doesn't have to be complicated.It can just be good."
I wished I could believe him.But as I walked back to my apartment on unsteady legs, I knew it was already too late for simple.
Because Shawn Reagan had just reminded me what it felt like to be a woman instead of just a professional success story.
And I had no idea how to go back to pretending I didn't need that.
Chapter Six
Shawn
Three days since that kiss, and I was losing my mind.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw how she'd looked when I'd touched her.How her breath had hitched when I'd called her baby.How she'd melted against me like she'd been waiting her whole life for someone to hold her.
How she'd run the second it got real.
