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clear my throat.
“At least we don't have to feel guilty about earlier now that we
know.”
    “ That's
true.”
    I wait for him to
lift his glass to his lips and I say, “It's too bad we didn't know
before. Then we wouldn't have had to stop.”
    He nearly spits out
his drink. I definitely have his attention now. “Fuck, Alina.” He
turns to me, a bewildered look on his face. “Hold on a second. You
wish we hadn't stopped?”
    “ Of course.”
Based on the look in his eyes, he wishes the same. “Weren't you
feeling it?”
    Ryan breathes
through his teeth. “I felt it.”
    For some reason, I
can't stop talking. “I was so caught up in how hot it was.”
    “ You were?”
he says, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Damn it, if he
isn't unbelievably sexy right now.
    I want to hop in
his shower and finish what we started earlier. What on earth is
possessing me to feel this way? I mean, yes, Ryan is
handsome...and, my God, I've never felt anything like that before
when a man touched me. But why Ryan? Why now? Is it because I'm
starting to feel the effects of the alcohol? Is it because I'm
having a hell of a day?
    Or is it because
there's something else happening between us?
    “ Alina?” Ryan
asks, breaking me out of my reverie. I realize I've been sitting
there staring at him. Or, to be specific, staring at his
lips.
    It hits me that we
never kissed. We spent at least five minutes feeling each other up
and we never kissed. How does he taste?
    “ Alina?” He
snaps his fingers in front of me, snapping me back to reality
again.
    “ Yes?” I
blink, bringing my focus back up to his eyes.
    “ I think you
need to lie down for a little bit.” He reaches over and combs his
fingers through my hair, brushing it back over my shoulder. “You've
had a long day and I don't think you handle your liquor
well.”
    I let out a huff.
“I handle my liquor just fine, thank you.” I step down off the
stool and instantly the room spins. Ryan holds me up with both
hands and I close my eyes, letting out a long breath. “Maybe you're
right.”
    He smiles. “Of
course I'm right.”
    I stare into
those hazel eyes, so warm and kind. Then my gaze travels back down
to his lips. I have to find out; I have to know. My hands touch his stomach, traveling up past
his chest to his cheeks. His breath hitches when I graze my fingers
across the stubble. I lift myself up on my toes and press my lips
to his. He doesn't kiss me back immediately. It takes a few more
seconds for his lips to move gently across mine. I sigh into his
mouth, loving the way I'm tingling from head to toe from something
as simple as a kiss. I want to remain in this moment
forever.
    Ryan pulls back,
but only enough to leave a miniscule amount of air between us.
“Alina,” he whispers in a low voice, his eyes molten.
    “ Ryan,” I
whisper, brushing my lips over his.
    It's almost
as though breathing his name causes the last shred of his control
to snap, because the next thing I know, his lips are on mine hard.
I gasp at the suddenness, and I can't resist—I want it too much. My
body instantly reacts. My fingers weave into his hair, while his
muscular arms draw me closer until I'm flush against him. Oh God,
it feels amazing. I t’s been years since I’ve been kissed
like this. Angling my head, I slide
my tongue across his, then suck on his upper lip. He moans into my
mouth, the sound reverberating through me, sparking the desire from
earlier. My hands travel back down, clumsily grabbing at his
shirt, drifting lower to pop open the button on his
jeans.
    This seems to
trigger something in him, because he pulls away from my lips and
gently holds me back. “Alina,” he says, breathing heavily. “We need
to stop.”
    “ Why? I don't
want to stop.” I step forward, only to have his hands hold my arms
tighter.
    He closes his eyes,
taking in a deep breath. “Look. We've both been drinking; we just
had a god-awful shitty day. Let's not jump into something because
it'll