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waist finds the hem of my shirt and slips underneath, an electric touch against the small of my back, bare skin to bare skin. His knee works its way fully between my legs.
    Zeke, coming at me from all angles, covering me, consuming me. It’s as near to perfection as I can imagine.
    His mouth pulls away from my own and before I can protest the loss, his lips move to my neck and begin to leave a trail of fire as they rove over my skin. He finds the sensitive hollow behind my ear and pauses there for a moment. My head falls back against the door, my chest moving rapidly up and down. I can’t get enough air and I wonder if this is what a heart attack feels like. Then Zeke’s lips are on my ear, his teeth scraping against the lobe and I realize that nothing in the world could ever feel so good as this.
    “Are you okay, Evie?” he asks.
    His breath is hot and wet, lips moving against my ear and I can’t control the shivers it gives me. I also can’t formulate any kind of reply through my foggy brain.
    “Evie, are you all right? Is all of this okay?” His voice is more insistent this time and all of the sudden his lips vanish from my ear. He’s looking down at me, concerned.
    “Fine,” I manage to say breathlessly. “I’m fine. More than fine.”
    He grins suddenly but his eyes are still dark and hot. “You look a little winded,” he teases, his voice containing a husky note I’ve never heard before.
    “I’m fine,” I insist more forcefully. “I’m not winded at all.”
    He gives a small huff of laughter and leans forward, pressing his lips to mine in one of those achingly gentle kisses. Pulling away slightly, he rests his forehead against mine, our noses brushing.
    “Still, I think we shouldn’t press our luck. I’m going to pretend to be a gentleman here and leave you with just a goodnight kiss and see you safely inside.”
    His hands slowly fall away, leaving me feeling bereft and cold even in the warm night.
    “At least it was a really nice goodnight kiss,” I say glumly, pushing open the door at my back.
    Zeke’s laugh follows me inside and I can’t help but smile too. He catches my hand as I cross the threshold and I half-turn.
    “Goodnight, Evie,” he whispers, kissing the palm of my hand, just above my wrist.
    I break out in goose bumps. “Goodnight, Zeke,” I whisper back.
    He pulls the door closed and then he’s gone.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    Ezekiel
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    I go back to the car, get inside and just sit for a long moment, resting my forehead against the worn leather steering wheel. My body is still on fire, burning with a raging heat that isn’t simply lust. Oh, lust is there, all right, but I’m floored by the way it’s all so different with Evie.
    My heart is beating double time and I press a hand over it, willing it to slow down to a more acceptable rate. Is this what it’s like when you actually care ? I wonder. Is that the one small element that changes every little detail, from the way I look at her to the way I hold her hand to the way I kiss her? Is that all it takes to make everything so much better, more intense?
    Or is it simply because it’s Evie and everything will always be different with her?
    Somehow, as I start the car, I think it comes down to that. It was never like this with Tessa or any other girl. They were always a distraction, a way to avoid and escape reality, to forget everything.
    With Evie, I don’t want to forget a single detail. Not one. Not the way she looked tonight or how we held hands or how we laughed. Not what she told me or especially how we kissed or the way she bit my lip.
    I grin at that memory, feeling a savage sense of male pride that I actually drove her to do that , of all things. I could have stood there kissing Evie for the rest of my life, but I know it’s best to stop while we are ahead. I don’t want to scare Evie into retreat when she already seems several steps ahead of