He closed the small gap between us and gently placed a kiss on my lips. My body turned to liquid. The butterfly attack in my stomach returned. I squeezed my eyes shut and returned the kiss. He sat back quickly and observed my reaction. A small smirk on his face. "Tastes like tangerines." He spoke. [Book 2 is out, Tangerine Dream] What if after having a bad day you visit a bar to relieve stress but end up bumping into your celebrity crush and bias? How would you handle that situation? What would you say? What would you do?
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