touching, then their arms were pressed against each other. Then Jamie turned to face her and it was as though she was magnetically drawn to him, their bodies inching closer and closer together as they talked about music and songwriting and teaching middle school English.
She leaned into him, standing on her toes and reaching her arms up around his neck, kissing him hungrily as his hands encircled her waist. She couldn’t help but think of Henry, about how she’d gotten a little carried away at the beach, but how it had been a good kind of carried away. She wouldn’t mind getting carried away again.
“Hey, Becca,” Jamie whispered, “what do you say we go back to my hotel?”
Her head jerked back and she looked up at him with wide eyes. “What?”...
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