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“Easier for what?” I whisper.
“To ignore how badly I want to kiss you.”
I loop my arms around his neck and tug until our lips are millimeters apart.
“So do it already,” I say on an exhale, reveling in the way our breaths mingle.
Fire blazes to life in his eyes, and a responding throb pulses in my core.
“Lilah.” My name is a groan on his lips.
“If you won’t do it, I will.”
I skim my lips along his once, twice, before he takes control. His tongue surges past my lips to tangle with mine while he shifts his hands to my hips in an almost painful grip. The entire world explodes in bright lights and fire at the way his taste invades my senses. I tangle my fingers in his hair, scratching my nails along his scalp, pulling a guttural moan from him. His erection rests against my stomach, tempting me closer, even though no space exists between us.
A knock sounds against the glass behind us, and we jump apart like guilty teenagers and step to the side to allow the woman to exit. How did one brush of his lips against mine make me forget we were standing in front of the door to my building?
“That was hot,” she tells the two of us without breaking stride.
I don’t disagree.
My lips still tingle, ready for more, and I look at Evan after the woman turns to leave.
“Do you want to—”
“I should go,” he interrupts. “Let me know if you need a lift to your car tomorrow.”
He’s down the steps and back into his Jeep before I can respond.
What the hell was that?
“Men,” I mutter and step inside the lobby.
One man in particular.
Evan Andrews.
Can’t kiss him. Can’t stop thinking about how his lips so easily mastered mine.
He’s an enigma. One I’m too tired to deal with tonight.
Time for Hollie Berry. At least her movies end with a happily ever after.
CHAPTER 4
LILAH
My lips still tingle with the phantom pressure of Evan’s as I lower myself into the steamy, fragrant water thirty minutes later. I’m not sure whether I hate him more for kissing me or for stopping.
“Ugh.” Leaning my head back against the tub, I squeeze my eyes shut in a desperate attempt to remove the memories from my brain. “Forget it, Lilah. Focus on the plan.”
The plan consists of the glass of wine resting on the shelf stretching across my bathtub, my tablet, and as many Hollie Berry movies as I can watch until I can’t keep my eyes open. The plan doesnotinclude thoughts of Evan Andrews.
Pulling up the Adored app, I click on my watch list, confused when none of Hollie’s movies show up.
“What the…?” The other movies I’ve added are there, but not any of my favorites.
Clicking out of my list, I typeHead to Mistletoe.
