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“Don’t turn!” she whispers, and I freeze, wondering what she is talking about. “There is a giant behind you. A behemoth of a Greek god. Jesus, Marie—this is all the motivation you need to get into the kissing booth.” “You are crazy.” I hiccup as I turn around. My sight becomes woozy, but Cindy didn’t lie. Before me is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. My breath catches in my chest as his intense gaze wanders from across the bar, near the kissing booth, to where I stand, looking like an utter fool. He is breathtaking. His dark hair is full, thick, and stylish atop his head. His shoulders are broad and capable… of things, and his eyes are intense and subtle at the same time. I am lost for words. My mind is reeling with thoughts—is he real? God bless Cindy for winning these raffle tickets to such an exquisite bar—my eyes are being blessed. I am not sure if it is the virginal hormones that swim in my body or the alcohol in my veins that boost my confidence, but I find myself walking towards the booth, past Cindy, whose mouth still hangs open to—him. He is standing by the booth; he must want to kiss. I sashay toward him, unsure of my plan, drawn to those tantalizing lips. His body radiates a warmth I didn’t think I needed until now. His hands up close look capable, muscular, and strong. My subconscious is doing backflips in my mind, giving me a hundred reasons why this is a bad idea. I could even hear Cindy screaming my name. But I am drunk, drunk on his aura and masculinity. His scent—a heady mix of cedar and something darker—pulls me closer. His cologne wafts up my nose, and his breath feels warm against my skin. Looking at him up close makes my knees feel weak and my insides hot. Without thinking, I reach forward, grab him by the collar, and pull his lips to mine. The moment our lips touch, everything goes up in flames. Read what happens next for FREE on Kindle Unlimited https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DSTB9LGQ