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I squeezed her fingers. “I can’t wait until your graduation party to kiss you.”

Until now, I hadn’t told her I was going.

As the recognition registered, a softness drifted across her face. “You just made it impossible for me to say no.”

“Dinner, my place—you know, the house where I’ve never brought any other woman before.”

She moved in closer, pressing her tits against my desk. “And you’re going to give me those lips—you know, the ones you’ve never given to any woman besides me.”

I winked. “You’re always the exception, Hannah.”

She released my hand and sauntered toward the door, glancing at me over her shoulder as she said, “I’ll bring dessert.”

“There’s only one thing I want for dessert, and that’s you.”

TWENTY-SIX

HANNAH

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utterflies. That was the only way I could describe the feeling in my stomach as I walked up to Declan’s front door. This wasn’t the first time I’d been here. We’d spent plenty of time together since our return from Wyoming. But this occasion felt different than th