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Did River Peñ a … want her in his face?

Jess had to take it down a notch. She might have been consistently obsessing since their Shelter Island snuggle, but she could make no assumptions about where he was with all of this.

Also, as they climbed into his car, Jess reminded herself that they would soon be standing inside an investor’s penthouse for a cocktail party. That is, River—and everyone there tonight—had a financial interest in her looking at him with horny eyes. Jess knew already that River chose his words carefully; for all she knew, his sisters might be actually invested, not just sentimental and meddling. Her obvious attraction to him helped boost confidence in his company, which helped his pocketbook, and also helped confirm everything he’d been saying from a scientific standpoint all this time. Jess knew how important it was to River that the world saw the impact of his data.

And frankly, look what Jess was willing to do for thirty thousand dollars. No, it wasn’t a hardship to buy dresses with GeneticAlly expense accounts and walk hand in hand with dressed-up science-brained sex on legs into a fancy party, but her thirty thousand was a drop in the bucket compared to what River stood to make. Millions.

“What are you thinking about over there? ” he asked, cutting into her pondering silence.

It couldn’t hurt to be honest. “Oh, just questioning every choice I’ve made. ”

This made him laugh. “Same. ”

Doubtful. “Give me one example. ”

He glanced at her and then back to the road as they took the 163 on-ramp. “Really? ”

“Really. ”

After a long pause, during which Jess assumed he’d decided to ignore her request, River finally spoke. “Okay: Did you think of me when you put on that dress? ”

From chest to forehead, her skin flushed hot. Jess looked down at her gown. It was deep blue, with black spaghetti straps. Delicate metallic stardust embroidery was scattered in small, artful clusters across the entire gown, giving it the feel of a gently starred sky. The subtle black lace trim crisscrossed above and beneath her breasts and purred evening wear meets evening wear, but Juno and Fizzy—her two jabbermouths—had literally gone speechless when she came out of the dressing room wearing it, so Jess trusted their reactions over her hesitation that she might be showing way too much skin.

“I know you’re getting paid to be here, ” he added quietly. “So, there’s my question. Did you? ”

“Same question, but with the cologne, ” Jess said through a cork of emotion in her throat. “And you’re getting paid a lot more. ”

“Potentially. ” He laughed.

“But that’s exactly it. If we do a good job tonight, you stand to make a lot more than thirty thousand. Your sisters told you to get some cologne—that would be smart seduction advice, especially if they’re shareholders. ”

“They are, ” he acknowledged.

They fell back into a thick silence; Jess was unwilling to answer until he did. She bet her entire thirty thousand that he felt the same.

“So, smart seduction advice, then? ” he pressed, grinning slyly at her before turning back to the road.

“It smells really good on you, ” she admitted quietly, and was instantly mortified about the growling bass in her voice. She cleared her throat.

Jessica Davis, get your shit together.

Beside her, River shifted in the driver’s seat. “Well, for what it’s worth, that dress is …” His voice also came out hoarse, and he coughed into his fist. “It is also really good on you. ”

TWO GOOD-LOOKING GUYS in their early twenties jogged over as River pulled the car up to the curb.

“Every bit of fanciness just makes me more nervous, ” Jess admitted quietly after River tipped the valets—nephews of the hosts, they’d learned—and met her on the sidewalk.

He stepped closer, looking down at her with concern. “Everyone who’ll be here is incredibly nice. ”

“I’m sure, ” Jess said. “It’s just that as of yesterday, my fanciest outfit was the only other dress you’ve seen me wear. This dress cost more than two months of Juno’s ballet lessons. ”

“It’s worth every cent, if that makes you feel better. ”

“It does, ” she said, smoothing her hands over the front of the dress. “Just keep telling me I’m pretty and it’ll be fine. Oh, and wine. Wine will help. ”

Laughing quietly, he let her lead them inside the building. The marble-floored lobby was empty except for a security desk, a beautiful leather settee, and two elevators at the end.

The security guard looked up as they approached. “Here for the Gruber event? ”

River’s warm palm came over the small of her back, and every thought in her brain was incinerated. “River Peñ a and Jessica Davis, ” River confirmed, and the man checked their names on a list before programming the elevator from where he sat.

“Head on over to the car on the right, ” he said. “It’ll take you straight up. ”

As the doors closed, Jess was reminded of the other times she’d been in an elevator with River—the strained silence, the unspoken disdain between them. Going back to that felt like it’d be simpler than this unmeasurable, unmanageable attraction.

River cut into the quiet. “I think I need to clear something up. ” Jess looked up at him in question, his eyes fixed on the wall ahead. “About my sisters. ”

“Oh? ” She had no idea where this was headed, but the pace of the world’s second-slowest elevator suggested there’d be plenty of time to find out.

“They are investors, ” he said. “They both put in money at the very beginning of the project. But that isn’t what I meant by ‘invested. ’” Finally, he looked down at her. “About the cologne. ”

Jess bit back a laugh. He was so serious. “Okay. ”

“They think this”—he gestured between them—“is very …” He paused, and then gave her a sardonic smile. “Very exciting. But, ” he quickly added, “please don’t feel pressured by their enthusiasm. ”

Nodding, Jess gave him another quiet “Okay. ”

“And I’m telling you this now because up there is waiting a roomful of people who, you already know, are deeply financially invested in how you and I interact, and I don’t want you to go in there thinking that everything is for show. ” River reached into the inside pocket of his suit and pulled out his phone. He swiped it awake, opened it to his photos, and began scrolling. Finally, he found what he was looking for and turned the screen to face her.

For a second, Jess had no idea what she was seeing. River’s doofus doppelgä nger was her best guess. He was in his early twenties, but his posture read even younger, way less confident.

“Do you recognize him? ” he asked.

She was afraid to guess. This scrawny, hunched, mismatched child could not be—

“It’s me. ” He swiped through a few more, showing her several photos of the same dorky alternate-reality version of himself.

“Plaid shorts and striped shirt was a real style choice, ” Jess said, laughing.

“I moved away from home when I was sixteen, ” he said, and the elevator doors opened.

Her stomach vaulted into her throat because for the past ten seconds, she’d forgotten where they were. They stepped out, but River paused in the marble foyer leading to a single front door.

“I graduated high school early and started at Stanford when I was about four months shy of turning seventeen. ”

“Holy shit. ”

“I was probably twenty in this picture—although you’d never guess it—and you can see that once my sisters could no longer exert daily influence, I had no idea how to dress myself. ”

Jess burst out laughing, sparking a return smile.

“If it weren’t for them, I’d probably still be wearing those plaid shorts. ”

“Please, no. Your sisters are doing a much better job. ”

He laughed now. “It’s just how they are. They left for school on the East Coast when I was in high school and … it wasn’t always … They feel responsible for me. ” River licked his lips and glanced up at the door before back to her. “All of this is to say: I wasn’t thinking of this roomful of people when I put the cologne on earlier. I was thinking of you. ”

She didn’t know what else to say besides “Thank you for telling me. ”

Jess was split in half—turned on by his confession and terrified by it.

Luckily, he didn’t seem to need a bigger response. Straightening, River turned to face the Grubers’ double front door and took a deep breath. She expected him to ring the bell, but he didn’t.

After a few long, increasingly awkward moments of silence, Jess asked, “You okay? ”

“I hate these things, ” he admitted.

It was a little like being hit in the face with the obvious stick.

Of course: River wasn’t a callous, gruff asshole. He was shy. Having to do this part of the job was probably miserable for him. Jess felt this as clearly as if she’d just read it on a pamphlet entitled Instructions to Your Soulmate. Framing every one of their past interactions through this lens only solidified for her that River was nothing like Brandon—all smiles and easy charm. He was most comfortable when facing the fume hood with his back to the room, just him and some tubes and billions and billions of paired-up nucleotides.

She was going to have to be the brave one here. Reaching down, Jess laced her fingers with his. Warmth spiraled up from her fingertips, crackling along every inch to her shoulder and across her chest.

“We’ve got this, ” she said.

He squeezed her hand. “We don’t have much choice. ”

“Let’s just stay together, okay? ”

“Yes, ” he whispered. “Good plan. ”

In unison, they took a deep, bracing breath. Reaching forward, River pressed the doorbell.

FIFTEEN

THE MOMENT THE door swung open, they could hear the commotion inside come to a brief halt before it broke out into glass-clinking, jewelry-rustling, jacket-straightening mayhem. A chorus of voices whispered their names and They’re here!, followed by a smattering of applause.

A valet stepped unobtrusively to the side as a tall, angular Black man approached, casually gorgeous in a stylish suit, and gave Jess a smile that somehow communicated a warm You can trust me vibe. His hand was outstretched, and only a few paces behind him was a woman, playfully shuffle-jogging in sky-high heels to catch up.

“Trevor Gruber, ” he said to Jess, shaking her hand.

“Jess Davis. ”

“Great to meet you, Jess. ” He pulled River in for a hug. “Good to see you, man. And this, ” he said to Jess as the petite Asian woman arrived at his side, “is my wife, Caroline. Thank you so much for coming tonight. ”

“Hi, you two! ” Caroline embraced Jess first, and then stepped forward to hug River. Her dress clung to and flowed over her body in such a graceful balance that Jess wanted to high-five her. When Caroline moved back, Jess noticed a caterer practically materialize out of thin air.

Caroline offered River a mischievous little smile and reached back to grab a highball glass from the tray held aloft by the waiter. She pressed the drink into River’s hand. “See? One step in the door, just like I promised. ” He laughed, and she stretched, kissing his cheek, stage-whispering, “I told you it wouldn’t be so bad. ”

Jess immediately loved her.

River looked over their shoulders, deeper into the room. “This isn’t bad? ”

Jess followed his gaze and did a quick estimation that there were upward of fifty people in the expansive living room with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking San Diego Bay and the Coronado Bridge. Every one of them in formal attire, every one of them staring at the Diamond couple.

Turning to their hosts to compliment the view, Jess stopped at the sight of River’s expression, swallowing her words. He’d gone vaguely pale and clammy. He lifted the drink to his lips, and then hummed appreciatively, murmuring with recognition some obscure alcohol name Jess didn’t catch, and thanking Caroline under his breath.

With a smile aimed at Jess, Caroline turned and grabbed the other item off the caterer’s tray—a glass of white wine. “River said you like semidry whites. ” She glanced sweetly at him for confirmation. “This is a viognier-marsanne. ”

“Gesundheit, ” Jess joked dorkily, and to her relief, Caroline laughed. River had paid attention to what she’d ordered at dinner with David and Brandon and remembered all this time?

He wore cologne for her.

He wanted to eat her like beef Wellington in this dress.

Caroline turned to face the party. “Everyone is dying to meet you, Jess. ” She angled back to them. “But let’s let them sweat it out for a few. It’s my party. ” Threading her arm through Trevor’s, she leaned in conspiratorially. “We loved the profile in the Trib—River is my favorite guy ever, other than the one I married, and those pictures? Oh my God. The one of you in his coat? ” She lightly smacked Jess’s arm. “Forget it. I dropped dead on the spot. But I’m afraid this party got away from me as soon as I mentioned the idea to my friend Tilly. ” She pointed vaguely across the room to where this Tilly must have been. “I said, ‘Wouldn’t it be so fun to have Jess and River over? ’ She talked to Brandon and it turned into a whole thing. ” Caroline rolled her eyes in apology. “I meant like dinner. Of course, the two of them had the entire GeneticAlly board and all the investors invited before I’d even told Trevor. ”

Trevor laughed, nodding. “So, see? You aren’t the only one who was dreading it. ”

“I wasn’t dreading it! ” Jess insisted, smiling her best liar smile.

“I meant River, ” Trevor joked.

“Come on, ” Caroline said, and took Jess’s arm. Jess grabbed blindly for River’s free hand before they could be separated, feeling oddly panicked. “Let me introduce you to some people. ”

Of course, River already knew everyone here; she was the novelty.

First up were the Watson-Duggars, a fiftysomething couple who, within thirty seconds, suggested—without subtlety—that it would be great if Jess and River could get married before the IPO. And then there were the Lius, who owned the building they were standing in. Mrs. Liu admitted to Jess in a breathless whisper that they’d been married for twenty-seven years but she hadn’t been at all surprised to find out they were a Base Match. Awkward!

The Romas seemed to want to punch holes in Jess and River’s possible connection, and Jess reminded herself—as they quizzed her about River’s history, most of which she got wrong—that they were just trying to protect their investment, not attack her.

Albert Mendoza couldn’t stop staring at Jess’s chest. Worse, she was worried his wife might actually reach forward and stroke River’s biceps, the way she kept eyeing him with such blatant sex eyes. Dr. Farley McIntosh and his husband were prominent San Diego architects and mostly wanted to know whether Jess had heard of any of their buildings.

Through all of it, River’s hand grew sweatier and sweatier in her grip.

They moved from group to group, like a bride and groom at their reception. They were specimens to be poked at, prodded, questioned, and quizzed.

Is it a connection you can just feel when you look at him?

Is the sex, you know … unreal?

How long before wedding bells?

Have you met River’s sisters yet?

Your children are going to be stunning!

What happens if you match like this with someone else?

Jess and River had stumbled through their answers together, hands clasped desperately, tight smiles in place, but that last question pulled Jess up short, and she made an excuse about needing the restroom, following River’s directions down the hall to the second door on the left. The condo was enormous, and Jess itched to escape, to explore, to see how many rooms were actually furnished.

But it was enough just to step out of the melee and into a quiet space for a few minutes. Her heart was on a rampage, tearing everything up in her chest. If she hadn’t been wearing such artfully applied makeup, Jess would’ve splashed water on her face, but as it was, she just leaned forward, taking a few deep breaths. Every time she thought she had a handle on what all of this meant, another question came at her around the corner, like a curveball. First, she hadn’t believed the result, and then she hadn’t needed to because—money. And then she’d suspected the DNADuo score might be true, but it didn’t matter because she wasn’t looking for love, dammit. And now, being by River’s side all night and feeling like they were in this as a team from the very first step made the charade feel so real. When someone had asked about another soulmate out there somewhere, she’d wanted to vomit.

Too much, too fast.

Jess washed her hands, reapplied her lipstick, and gave herself a hard but encouraging stare in the mirror. This party had to have cost thousands of dollars. She was wearing a dress someone else had paid for. Who was she pretending to be? Just get through it and get home.

But when she stepped out into the hall, River was there waiting, one ankle crossed over the other, leaning casually against the opposite wall. His posture was so unconsciously confident, so sensual that Jess felt her legs clench together hard in response.

He straightened. “You okay? ”

“Yeah, just—” She pointed over her shoulder. “Needed a second. ”

A relieved smile played at his lips. “I did, too. ”

She blew out a slow breath. “This isn’t my world at all. ” The effect of his proximity simmered just beneath her skin and she felt the words slip out: “I hope I’m not messing it up for you. ”

A flash of emotion moved over his face, and he burst forward a step. “You’re— No. You’re amazing. ” He looked back down the hall. “And I’m sorry Brandon isn’t here. This is his scene. Not mine. ”

“I get it, ” Jess said quietly. “They want to see their investment in action. ”

She could immediately tell he didn’t love this phrasing … but also couldn’t disagree.

“It must be especially surreal to you, ” she said, “to already know these people and have them see you tonight not as the lead scientist, but as one of the big findings. ”

“Yeah. Maybe three people in that room knew anything about my personal life. Now all these strangers feel comfortable making comments about our sex life and asking me when I’m going to propose. ”

Jess barked out a nervous laugh. “Right. ”

“It occurred to me, ” he began, and then turned his face up to the ceiling. “When Esther Lin asked us about, you know, matching with someone else …”

Jess waited for him to finish, her heart beating like a racer’s at the starting line.

“Were you married to Juno’s dad? ” he finally asked.

She exhaled. “No. ” There was a long pause where it felt like he wanted more, but they were standing in a hallway at a party, and she just honestly didn’t know how much more there was to say about her and Alec. In hindsight, their footing had never been solid. The pregnancy hadn’t ended things; it had just sped the demise along. “He’s not in the picture, ” she finished, eventually. “He never really has been. We broke up before Juno was born. ”

She could see his curiosity visibly sated. They turned and started walking leisurely back down the hall toward the party.

“You mentioned you’ve always lived near your grandparents. Did your parents pass, or—? ”

“My mom struggled with addiction—still does—and relinquished custody of me when I was six. I never knew my father. ”

“Oh. ” He stopped walking and turned to her, eyes wide. “Wow. ”

The pain in his expression seemed genuine. Jess nodded slowly, unsure where to look. “Yeah. ”

“I’m sorry, Jess. ”

“No, really, Nana Jo and Pops are the best people I’ve ever known. I knew from a really young age that I was better off. ”

“They sound amazing. ”

She suddenly felt naked. Here she was, her ex-boyfriend didn’t even want to raise a kid with her, mother chose drugs over her, raised by grandparents and still living with them. River had two sisters who adored him so much they helped him figure out how to dress to reach his full hotness potential.

“What is that expression? ” he asked, leaning in. “What did I say? ”

Jess was made uneasy by how quickly he read her. A panic she didn’t completely understand rose in her throat, making her want to look for an exit. This party was the kind of thing that happened to the heroine of the story, not the best friend. What was she doing here?

Humor, as usual, was her best defense. “Just imagining how from your perspective your Diamond Match has a truckload of baggage. ”

He didn’t laugh. “Don’t we all? ”

Her smile faded. “Do we? ”

“We do. But come on. I know you well enough to know that you’re not carrying baggage. ” He was holding her gaze, and she felt physically unable to look away. “You’ve chosen your circumstances, Jess. I like that about you. You take what you want and leave the rest behind. You decide. ”

He was right. She felt herself stand up straighter, lean toward him.

“There you are! ” a voice called out. “River, come on down here, and bring that young lady of yours. ”

Still holding her eyes, he fought a smile. “Is this young lady of mine ready for some more mingling? ”

Jess laughed. “I’ve sufficiently recharged my battery, yes. ”

Taking her hand, he led her back down the hall to the party, toward the tiny old man who’d called out his name. He had to be in his eighties, wearing wire-rimmed glasses and a well-worn black suit. Beside him was a woman with a thick braid of white hair around the crown of her head and makeup-free crepe-lined features. She was wearing a simple black dress with a lace collar and pearls. Somehow she was even smaller than her husband.

“How’d they convince you to come out? ” River asked, grinning.

“Caroline leaned on Dorothy, ” the man said in a thick German accent.

“And by ‘leaned on, ’” Dorothy chimed in, “he means that Caroline promised me I’d get to see you. ”

River bent to kiss her powder-soft cheek. “Johan, Dotty, this is my Jessica. ”

My Jessica.

Her heart fell in a swoon, from her chest to her feet.

“Jess, Johan and Dotty Fuchs. ”

She didn’t even have time to recover; both tiny octogenarians were coming toward her, each wanting an embrace.

She bent, hugging them in turn. “Hi. Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Fuchs. ”

“Jess, ” River said quietly, reverently, “Johan and Dotty were our very first Diamond Match. Their granddaughter brought them to us back in 2014, and she was right: they came through with a score of ninety-three. Our first score in the nineties. ”

Dotty nodded, squeezing Johan’s arm. “We’ve been married since 1958. Sixty-three years. ”

Jess wasn’t an emotional person by nature; she adored her daughter and grandparents to the stars and back, but she wasn’t one to cry at commercials and was the only person in her life who could listen to Adele’s “Someone Like You” without weeping. But the moment caught her like a hook, and she felt a swell of emotion rise, salty, in her throat.

Through this deep, sweeping emotional moment—as she struggled to balance reverence and enthusiasm—Jess noticed Johan’s outfit. He was wearing a blazer and dress pants, but beneath the coat was a T-shirt, not a dress shirt. On it was a benzene ring with iron atoms replacing the carbon, and beneath it the words FERROUS WHEEL.

“I realize this is a fancy affair, but I wore it for River, ” Johan said, noticing her amusement. “He loves terrible science puns. ”

“Does he? ” Jess asked, looking at the man in question.

Mr. Fuchs cleared his throat, raising a finger. “What did Gregor Mendel say when he discovered genetics? ” He waited a beat and then sang, “Whoopea! ”

It was corny, but his delivery was fantastic. Besides, he might have been the smallest, sweetest old man Jess had ever seen. She would laugh at any joke he told for the rest of time.

“Very clever, ” River agreed, eyes twinkling. “What is the fastest way to determine the sex of a chromosome? ” he asked. “Pull down its genes. ”

Everyone groaned.

“Potassium and oxygen went on a date, ” Johan said, grinning as their game started rolling. “It went OK. ”

Dotty groaned just as Jess said, “Okay, that one is cute. ”

“I wish I was adenine, ” River said, and winked down at her. “Then I could get paired up with U. ”

Everyone Awww-ed audibly, and then three pairs of eyes turned to Jess with anticipation. After a beat, it sank in: she was up to bat. “Um, ” she said, digging around the dusty reaches of her brain for a science joke. “Okay, anyone know any good jokes about sodium? ” She scanned their faces, grinning. “Or Na? ”

Mr. and Mrs. Fuchs looked at each other. “I don’t think I do, ” Dotty said, frowning. “Do you know any, darling? ”

“No, it’s—” Jess stammered.

“I don’t, ” Johan said. “Well, let’s see now. That is a rather specific request. Sodium. Sodium jokes …”

“No, ” she said, “the joke is—” She gave up as they continued to confer, mumbling to each other.

“Sorry, dear, ” Dotty said. “No sodium jokes, but I am so delighted to meet you. ” She smiled up at River. “It’s good to see you, darling. You take care of her, okay? ”

“I will. ” He bent, kissing her cheek again. Jess and River watched them walk off together, holding hands.

Silence settled over the two of them, and Jess laughed out a quiet “Wow. ”

“Only the best jokes require explanation immediately afterward, ” he said, eyes dancing at her.

“They do call me the Party Cooler. ”

“Do they? ” he asked.

“If they don’t, they should. ” She grinned up at him. “They were freaking adorable. ”

“Aren’t they? They are the nicest people, too. ”

“Lucky for them they were already married when they found out they were a Diamond Match. ”

He nodded, eyes softening. “Takes some pressure off, I’d imagine. ”

Jess would look away, but she couldn’t. Her feelings weren’t growing in a measured, linear way. In the past hour they’d expanded exponentially, like a wave inside her. It was the way she imagined a tsunami might approach San Diego: calm ocean surface until a wall was suddenly crashing over the shore. She stared at him, and all she could think about was how much she wanted him to touch her.

A clinking rose in the room; it was quiet and unobtrusive at first but built into a clattering of silver on crystal all around them. Jess looked around, confused. Awareness sank in, but River was still wearing an expression of frank confusion.

“Oh shit, ” she whispered.

“What? ” he asked frantically as everyone began to chant, “Kiss, kiss, kiss. ”

River’s eyes widened, and Jess witnessed the moment comprehension landed. “Oh, God. ”

“It’s okay. ” She put a warm smile on her face and turned to face him. They had an audience. River was shy and Jess was deeply private, and this was a nightmare! But no big deal! Soulmates! As presented to this room full of investors, Jess and River kissed, like, all the time.

He mirrored her grin, but Jess hoped hers was way more convincing. “We should have anticipated this, ” he gritted out.

“Well, we didn’t, ” she whispered, running a coy hand down his chest. The feeling was a bit like being submerged in warm champagne. “We don’t have to if you don’t want. ”

“No, we can, ” he said immediately, leaning in and toying intimately with a strand of her hair. “I mean, unless you don’t want to? ”

His breath smelled like mint and whiskey. Frankly, Jess wanted to.

River looked at her in question as the clattering intensified. But then his eyes flickered away nervously.

“Hey. It’s just me. ”

His brow relaxed, and he nodded, breath trembling. “Okay. ”

River’s eyes dipped to her mouth.

Are we doing this?

He stepped to her—

I guess we’re doing this.

—bending, sliding one hand up her neck to cup her jaw and leaving a trail of carbonated heat on her skin. He leaned in—she stopped breathing—and his mouth came over hers.

Together, they exhaled in relief, and everything fell away: sound, light, other people. She felt the sag in him, too, the confirmation that they were right to think it would feel this good. One short kiss, and then a longer one, just his mouth covering hers and then coming back to taste again. Just to see.

A valiant collection of neurons in her brain screamed a reminder that fifty pairs of eyes were on them right that second, but even that awareness didn’t keep her from reaching for the lapels of his coat, pulling him flush up against her.

Jess swallowed a moan when his other arm came around her waist, his fingers spreading wide below her ribs. It felt so good it sent a fevered ache straight from her mouth to her navel, corkscrewing through her. River veered slightly away, and Jess expected the kiss to close off, it probably should, but she realized he was only shifting his footing, coming at her from a new angle, sending his fingers into her hair.

She let out the smallest sound, a helpless moan she thought only he could hear, but it seemed to shove him into awareness, and he pulled away, remaining only an inch or two from her face.

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