The memory of their first kiss surfaced in her mind. The softness of his touch, the pine scent of his skin. The way he cupped her head so she couldn't pull away…
"Oh, to be a fly on the wall of your brain," Monica said. "I don't think I've ever seen you blush before."
Kate sighed and covered her face with her hands.
—Not Quite Mine, OUT TOMORROW!
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