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It didn't make any sense. Mark practically acted as if  he had not just given me a kiss of my lifetime...

why was i even making so much out of it?  it was just a kiss for chrissakes?  nothing but the result of being place in such, a close proximity witch each other.

strangers could snog each other and still remeain strangers.

Mark had clearly gotten over it.

and why wouldn't he?  that little annoying voice i was beginning to hate poiinted out, when he probably had ha more than a few satisfactory partners before?

who knows how many nameless other beauties over the centuries he had been with.

who had tasted those, sweet cold lips and melted in the circle of his arms....

i shook my head fiercely to keep such foolish thoughts from my mind.

and hoping that my voice didn't betray the turmoil growing to life inside me, i turned back to Allen.

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