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"Bo, we're nothing to each other," Clarissa insisted.
"Is that right?"
"We've known each other a week."
"Yes," he replied.
"It's ridiculous to feel involved so soon."
"You couldn't possibly have feelings for me."
"Is that me you're trying to convince, or yourself?" he asked softly.
She shook her head. "You scare me."
"I shouldn't," he chided her, and scooted closer to her. He took her hand in his, drew her over to the couch. Her leg brushed his, and she flinched. At her sudden movement, he stiffened.
Suddenly it struck her as funny, and she struggled not to giggle. "If we keep wincing every time we touch each other, we'll be jumping around like corn popping."
Slowly the tension drained from him. He pulled her hand between his. "That sounds promising."
"What?" she asked warily.
He gave her a slow, wide, unbearably appealing smile. The gold flecks in his eyes danced. "Touching each other . . . "
Suddenly, for the first time in her entire life, she wanted to be kissed.