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gap between us. Our lips barely brushed against each other’s at first, but it was enough to make me lightheaded.

He pulled back just enough to be able to look at me, searching my face for any sign of discomfort. I was certain he couldn’t find any. In fact, I was trying to keep from throwing myself over him, and I was pretty sure he noticed. His face was so close to me I could smell his cologne and feel his breath tickle my skin. With eyes locked on those sexy lips, I let a trembling hand slide over his shoulder. I could hear the thunder of my own heartbeat, feel the pulse throb as blood rushed through my veins. My hand found the opening of his shirt and slid inside. His lips parted in a low moan as my fingers slid over his chest. I couldn't take it anymore. Feeling those hard muscles under my trembling fingers and hearing those sounds coming from him killed the last ounce of self-control. Before I had a chance to stop myself, I pulled him toward me, pressing my lips to his in a fiery kiss.

If I’d been able to form any thought, I would’ve questioned my sanity. I wouldn’t have believed this could happen. Even in the midst of it all, a part of me still thought it was nothing more than a hallucination or a wonderful dream.

He pulled away all too soon, and the look he gave me resembled how I felt. I stared back at him in total awe. He wanted me. ME. It explained the long looks and the brief touches, but even though it was explainable on a theoretical level it didn't make sense. Why me? No matter how hard I tried I couldn't think of one thing.

"Hey," he said, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Why are you crying?"

Was I? Before I could react, he reached out, letting his fingers brush across my cheek, and to my horror, they came back wet.

"I don't know." I looked down at my lap, letting out a shivering breath. Great, the little voice sneered. Now what will he think? I shook my head at my own stupidity.

His delicate fingers under my chin made me look back up and into his eyes.

"Don't worry about it," he said.

Don't worry? The voice in my mind scoffed. This must be one of the dumbest things you’ve done.

He leaned in to place another kiss on my lips, and if I hadn't already been crying, I would’ve started right then and there. Just thinking of how one simple kiss could contain so much feeling, and how he, with one single touch could transfer so much of that emotion to me, was amazing.

I choked back a sob that was threatening to embarrass me further.

Stop crying, the voice urged. What the hell is wrong with you?

I managed a weak smile, then I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. It was an understatement to say I was overwhelmed.

"Bree?"

"Give me a moment."

His silence didn't make me feel calmer, in fact, it only made it worse. Even with closed eyes, I felt his gaze burn into me. The ringing was back in my ears and my brain filled with a white fuzz.

"Bree? Brianna?"

A voice drifted into my consciousness, distorted and slow, as if I listened to it from under water. Something touched my face, more words trying to reach me.

"Bree?"

My eyelids fluttered open, and the first thing on my mind was the time. I’d over-slept  like I always did. Lissa would be pissed. I groaned, blinking to focus my gaze on the blurry face hovering over mine.

“Lissa?”

His face came into focus as my vision cleared, and my breath caught in my throat. I coughed, choking on a new breath.

"Fuck, you scared me." He sighed with relief, and I could feel his fingers in my hair.

I focused my gaze on him, not understanding how I could see Johnny Grey’s handsome face instead of my sister’s, but I more than willingly allowed myself to enjoy the vision.

Then, everything cleared, and the recent events came rushing back.

My eyes grew big. “Shit! You’re really here,” I gasped.

He shook his head, and I couldn't tell if he was amused—or annoyed.

“What . . . what's going on?"

I was lying down, and I had no memory of how I’d ended up in that position. I scrambled to sit as it dawned on me. "Don't tell me I—" I cut myself off, realizing what I’d actually done.

Seriously? The voice was back in my mind. You did THAT in front of him? I looked down, too humiliated to even look at him.

"Yeah. You did,” Johnny said.

I groaned, keeping my eyes fixated on my clasped hands. And I’d thought I wouldn't be able to pull anything more embarrassing off. Well, passing out from kissing a Hollywood star wasn't too farfetched and I was probably not the only girl who could manage such stupidity, but how was I going to look him in the eye again?

"Relax," he said. "I'm not worth fainting over."

I shook my head in a mix of embarrassment and astonishment.

"Really,” he added.

I wanted to tell him that he was, but I didn't want to drag the whole passing out topic longer than necessary.

"I didn't see that one coming." He let out a short breath. "I shouldn't have done that."

How could he be so ignorant? Didn't he see what he was doing to me? Didn't he know he could floor me with just one of those looks?

The words flew from my mouth before I could stop them. "What the hell did you expect then?"

He frowned, biting that sexy lower lip and the way my heart started to thump beneath his stare made me want to throw something at him.

The magic of the moment was gone, leaving us reeling in the harsh reality. Judging by the troubled look on his face—he regretted kissing me.

What did you expect? The little voice sneered.I wanted to yell, to make it shut up, but instead,

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