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More than anything else, she wanted to put some distance between them. But her feet wouldn't move and she stood rooted to the spot looking up at him.
"Uh, there weren't any beers in the fridge," she stammered.
"I am sorry. Do you want a sip of mine?"
When she shook her head no, he set the bottle on the banister. Reaching down, he gently stroked the scar on her cheek. "It's going away." He watched her eyes close as she rested her cheek against his hand. Sliding his hands into her hair, he pulled her nearer. He watched her face intently then his lips closed on hers.