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“I push my thigh against his. “Well, thank God.��
“Thank God what?�� he asks. His hand slowly rubs up and down the place where my shoulder meets my arm. It makes me good shiver.
“That I don’t have a neck brace. It’s hard to rock a neck brace, especially if we’re still going to that dance.��
He leans in and kisses my nose. “If anyone could do it, you could.��
I tilt my head so our lips meet.
“Hormonal ones, I am right here. Me. The old lady otherwise known as your grandmother,�� Betty says.
“Sorry. He’s just irresistible,�� I say, settling back against him.
“Well, try to resist the irresistible,�� Betty says knowingly as the truck bumps over a pothole.”
― Carrie Jones, Captivate