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        Theseamofhismouthopenedslightlywider,likehehadforgottenhowtobreathe.Reyaslippedhertongueinside,brushingplayfullyagainstthetipofhistonguetuckednervouslyintoacorner.Heshiveredbeneathher,handsfistinginthecouchfabric

        Thatreactiondelightedher.

        Shedeepenedthekiss,morecuriousnowthanhungry,hermovementsteasing,andsavoring.

        Julian''schestroseandfellsharply.Then,suddenly,hepushedherback,breakingthekisswithaloud,wetpop.

        Hisbreathingwasragged.Hesuckedinairlikehe''djustcomeupfromunderwater.

        "I—I''venever..."Julian''svoicecracked."Neverkissedanyone."

        "Iknow,"Reyasaidsimply,asmall,knowingsmiletuggingatherlips.Shefeltaflutterofamusement.

        Comparedtothosepastkisseswhichweregreedy,domineering,careless,Julianwasutterlyinexperience.Hedidn''tresist,buthedidn''trespondeither.Itwaslikepressinglipstoawarm,bewilderedstatue,onethattwitchedunderhertouchandhadnoideawhattodowithitshands.

        "I—I''veneverhadagirlfriend,"headded,asifconfessingashamefulsecret.

        Hisentirefacewasnearlyswallowedbytheoversizedbearpawsshewore.Onlyhiseyes,nose,andacornerofhismouthpeekedoutfromthesoftfur.Thesightofhim,flusteredandwide-eyed,lookedabsurd—andundeniablyendearing.

        Reya''slipscurvedintoasoftsmile."Iknow,"shewhisperedagain,savoringthewayhefrozeunderhergaze.

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