“You can’t do stuff like that.”

I give him a small smile, and he leans in too quickly for me to stop it. His lips are on mine, and everything in my body ignites. I moan and gasp simultaneously. He doesn’t stop. He goes one step further and wraps his arms around me, squeezing me so tightly I feel like I might burst. More explosions ignite, little fireworks popping off inside of my fingers and my toes.

𝘕𝘰, 𝘯𝘰, 𝘯𝘰.

I put my hand on his chest and separate us, shaking my head.

I cover my mouth.

He shakes his head too, fierce determination in his eyes. “I’m not sorry.”

“You can’t do stuff like that.” I scoot across the booth and grab my purse. I can’t think straight. My legs feel wobbly. I leave the restaurant and walk in the wrong direction of my car. That stupid kiss scrambled my brains. I turn around, having to pass the front Che again. He comes out. The look on his face says everything I wish he could have said all those years ago. It’s love. It’s pure, I-want-you-to-the-ends-of-this-earth love. He comes toward me, a man on a mission, and I can’t make myself stop him.

He wraps his arms around me and pushes his lips into mine, finishing where he left off. I melt, falling limp in his arms. It’s a hot, these-are-the-only-lips-I-want-to-kiss-for-the-rest-of-eternity kind of kiss. He’s got his arms wrapped around me so tightly I don’t feel like I can breathe. He groans a satisfied, sated sound and finally lets me go. I realize people have been passing us, not to mention we were standing in front of an entire glass-walled restaurant.

He smiles faintly. My heart is pounding so loud, I can hear it in my ears.

“I just wanted you to know,” he says.

“Know?”

“That I’m not done. Not by a long shot.” He winks and turns.

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