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Then he crunches the lollipop in a few seconds, crushing the view as if it never existed.
“You’re…supposed to savor it,” I whisper, still unable to get the previous scene out of my head.
“I prefer getting to the sweet part faster.” He leans down and captures my lips in a slow kiss.
The taste of peaches explodes on my tongue.
My forbidden fruit and my forbidden person.
My body goes into a shock reaction of emotions that leaves me breathless.
Daniel grabs me by my nape, his fingers sinking into my hair as he deepens the kiss.
It’s madness and we’re the only people in it.
The only two allowed entrance.
I lift my hand, about to touch him, to lick all the peaches off him, but something vibrates.
It’s his phone, I realize. He groans but doesn’t release me, but it vibrates again and again and he pushes off me with a grunt.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
He stares at what I assume is a text, then back at me with lust and trepidation. “I have to go.”
My heart that briefly revived to life shrivels again. “To Astrid.”
“She called my brother over so he’d drive us home.”
I shove him away, my limbs shaking so hard, I’m surprised they’re working.
“Nicole.” He grabs me by the elbow, spinning me around.
“What? You have your precious Astrid waiting for you. What do you want from me?”
A look passes his features and I wish I could use up all the wishes and lamp genies in the world to know what it means. “You and I…are impossible.”
“Obviously. Good luck being Astrid’s boy toy.”
“Oh, please. It’s not about Astrid. It’s about you, Nicole. You’re vindictive and vicious and a general bitch. I don’t want that.”
“Clearly. Judging by the tent in your pants.”
“Physical reaction.”
“Were the five times you fucked me that night also a physical reaction?”
“I was drugged.”
“The drug doesn’t make you want someone you don’t, Daniel.”
“Yes, it does.”
I see it then. He desperately wants to believe that, he wants to believe that he wouldn’t touch me with a ten-foot pole if he had a choice.
But he did touch me just now and he’s sober, which is why he’s frustrated.
I don’t know whether I should laugh or cry.
