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"We are not done!"

He was standing too close, she was flattened between him and the wall. So close that she could feel each rapid rise and fall of his chest, his warmth against her back.

"Yes, we a_are." Her panicked gaze searched his as he spun her around. This position was even worse for her, his chest tickled her nostrils. His familiar masculine smell.

Don't think about it!

Fight him, fight this! Her brain yelled at her, but when she looked into ...