“My thoughts exactly, actually.”
She smiled at him, nodding her head.
“You are so gorgeous when you smile, you know. You should do it more often.” Their gazes locked and he slid his arm around her shoulders.
Chelsea’s heart pounded in her ears and she felt hot all over. She couldn’t tell if it was desire or panic. It felt the same. Perhaps it was a bit of both.
She was suffocating.
Dylan was moving closer. She fought with conflicting thoughts and feelings. She wanted to give in, wanted to feel his embrace, wanted so badly…
She put her hands on his broad chest. No. She couldn’t, just couldn’t.
“Dylan…please don’t.” Her voice sounded very small and weak...
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