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this
current version of you feel about me?” he asked.
    “This current version of me thinks
you’re pretty great.”

It took another fifteen minutes of
standing in line for them to get to the entrance. He’d put both
arms around her and was rubbing a circle on her lower back in a
slow, sensual rhythm that had her almost closing her eyes and
purring. Hard to believe they’d met only that morning in the fog.
When they did hit the beginning of the line, he dropped his arms
from around her and only held her hand. If only the line had been
longer. They should have let people cut ahead.
    They went into the haunted house and
someone reached out of the first corner to grab her. She bit back a
scream.
    Daniel laughed. “This is fantastic.
I haven’t been in one of these in years.”
    They were chased through a graveyard
by a horde of zombies growling with their chainsaws
buzzing.
    “I would never give a zombie a
chainsaw!” Daniel shouted over his shoulder.
    “I don’t think someone gives them a
chainsaw—they take it along with your brain.” One had chased them
clear to the edge of the room. For a mad second, she’d thought he
was actually after her, but apparently that roaring, rag-covered
creature had a real dedication to the craft.
    From there, they entered rooms made
to look like an insane asylum. People were strapped to tables in
rooms covered in blood. There were mad doctors and monsters.
Screams and flashing lights. She jumped at noises, even as she
laughed. Her heart pounded, but she couldn’t keep the smile off her
face.
    They were holding hands.
    They were getting screamed at by a
scientist holding a fake brain.
    His hand was in hers, and she was
pressed tight against his side.
    “Do you feel at home?” she asked as
they passed a man wearing a strait jacket who was strapped to a
table. He jerked around on the table acting as if he was battling
his own personal Jerry. It was insane how much energy bounced
around the spook house and its actors. That was insane. They must
go home exhausted.
    “What?” he asked, leaning
down.
    “I asked….”
    He tilted his head, and it was most
likely accidental in the dim hallway they’d moved into, but his
mouth rubbed hers. His lips bumped slowly against hers—and all her
nerve-endings went on high-alert.
    Oh. Wow. Just. Wow. Never had
friction generated that much heat. His mouth was so soft and dry
and…wow.
    “That…,” he said.
    “That,” she agreed, even if she
wasn’t sure she knew what she was agreeing to. That had been
amazing for being accidental and short, and she needed more. A lot
more. She slipped her hands into his hair and pulled his mouth
against hers. She could hear an actor getting fake electric shock
therapy in another room and see the flashing lights that
accompanied it. In this hallway, it was electric too. Her veins
felt like they were conducting electricity from the hot connection
of their lips. It wasn’t meant to feel this good. It was too sudden
and too magical, so she doubted it could last. It didn’t matter.
She wasn’t going to be afraid of being rejected. She was going to
be bold.
    She opened her mouth to his, and his
tongue swept against hers, teasing and tasting. His hands slid down
her sides and along her back and brought her closer.
    Mmm. So good. So very
good.
    His arms tightened.
    Then, a group of teenage girls
bumped into them with screams and apologies as they moved
on.
    Their lips parted, and they stared
at each other. He was breathing as quickly as her. She tried not to
be obvious about it, tried not to gulp in breaths. Her heart was
pounding—hammering against her ribcage more than it had this entire
spooky time. Even the zombies in the graveyard hadn’t quickened her
pulse to this pace.
    She felt alive.
    Wow.
    “This is crazy,” she
said.
    “It is crazy…so by your rules, that
means it’s not.”
    “I guess not.”
    They finished the remainder of the
house, but her heightened awareness of him left her in a