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virus coursing through his blood and that had only served to open a floodgate of desire for him, but this kiss wasn’t like that one, or any of the others. It was more passionate, more urgent, more resolute. We lived in a different world now, when hesitation meant you risked never being given the opportunity again, because you might be dead the next day or the next minute. We were now forced to take advantage of the time and opportunity we had. And we did…unashamed and voraciously.
    His lips took me, lifting me to a place I had never been, where I was aware of nothing else but him. I let them, giving into them completely, wholly embracing them, him, everything he offered. The heat from his body surrounded us, inviting me in, and I leaned into it, craving more. I found myself grasping at his exhilarating, sultry warmth, desperate for more of his lips, the weight of his embrace, the press of his still moist skin against my chest. And he responded to me, impatient in his insistence to feel the length of our bodies pressed together, hungering for my lips as if I were the air he needed to breathe.
    When we were done, and neither of us had energy for words, I found him staring at me. His eyes were wide, making me think he’d never experienced anything like what we’d just done. That satisfied me, even while his mouth hung open, gasping for air, teasing me with the idea that he might come back for more.
    When he didn’t, we silently set off to reach the building. Somewhere in the darkness our hands met and I wanted to find my way back into his arms. Instead, I was left to the strong, warmth of him surrounding my fingers, the sound of his clothes rustling as he moved and of his footsteps making their way across the saturated fallen leaves.
    Either to better satisfy myself or because my subconscious was more astute than I gave it credit, I began replaying our kiss in my mind. At its memory, my mouth curved into a smile, but it faded when I realized something had been left unfinished.
    “What were you going to say back there?”
    “When?” he asked, leisurely.
    It was nice to hear his voice without tension. If I knew that my next question would make it return, I would have thought twice about asking it.
    “Before you kissed…,” I said, sensing the fire of it on my lips and started again. “Before you kissed me, you were going to say something. What was it?”
    “I was…,” He hesitated, took on a serious demeanor, and then confessed something I wasn’t entirely sure he’d wanted to. “I was thinking that love is a brilliant emotion, life-altering and intense…”
    “It is,” I agreed, because that was exactly how I felt about him. “But that’s not what you were going to say.”
    He exhaled cautiously and paused still further while determining exactly how to answer. “I was…I was also thinking that love is perilous in its resolve. It will take someone to the brink, risking the very existence of the person who gave it life.” He glanced at me for my reaction, but I didn’t offer one. A few paces later, he came to a halt. “As dangerous as it is, I do love you, Kennedy. There’s no stopping that…”
    My heart flipped at his statement, its intensity so powerful that I felt it in my bones, across the skin of my arms, in my very soul. It was a struggle to start walking again. “Yes,” I said, decidedly unwavering to the idea, “my love for you is perilous in its resolve.”
    He chuckled quietly to himself. We had reached the building door and his hand rose to turn the knob, but he spoke before he opened it, making sure to keep our conversation private.
    “Actually, I was talking about me…”

CHAPTER 3
    T HE BUILDING TURNED OUT TO BE almost entirely empty and stood no bigger than a large closet. We found four barren brick walls inside broken only by a small horizontal window near the roof, a dusty black metal shelf stacked with miscellaneous field manuals, and a solitary wooden chair. Beverly had