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... arged with something else. The air in the room seemed to thicken, making every breath I took feel heavy. I leaned in just a little closer, the alcohol giving me a reckless sort of courage.
"Okay," I whispered, my heart rate picking up. "One: I used to practice ballet when I was a child. Two: I’ve never been kissed. Three: I’m secretly terrified of werewolves."
Oliver’s eyes darkened, tracking the movement of my lips. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he set the bottle down ...
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