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Taking Chances

The davis twins series

paused before adding quietly and seriously, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” “You didn’t mean it?” The words were barely recognizable because I hiccupped on a sob as I asked the question. I wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easily, and he was probably only saying it to get me to stop crying, but it was still nice to hear him say it. “Of course I didn’t mean it,” he answered. Then he continued, saying, “I’m very sorry I said it, and that I hurt your feelings.” He bent his head down and began gently kissing the tears off one of my cheeks. “I don’t know why, but I always push people away before I start to care too much about them.” He continued his sweet, soft kisses on my other cheek. “You care about me?” I was surprised at his revelation and wanted confirmation. “I care about you, Abby.” He gazed at down at me. “I care about you a lot, and it scares the hell out of me.” He placed a sweet, tentative kiss on my lips. I gasped in surprise. “I thought you didn’t kiss on the lips.” “I don’t.” His words didn’t match his actions because he kissed me on the lips again, slowly. This time his tongue dipped in to touch mine. “Yes, you do,” I murmured into his mouth between glorious kisses. For someone who hadn’t had a lot of practice lately with kissing, he was amazing at it. He moved from tenderly brushing my lips with his, to gently lapping his tongue over mine to a thorough exploration of my mouth. When he gently nipped my lower lip with his teeth, I felt the sensation ripple down my spine. “Do you forgive me?” He looked like a forlorn little boy when he asked, kissing the tip of my nose. I hesitated. I couldn’t handle his hot-and-cold moodiness. “Don’t ever say anything like that to me again. Not ever,” I demanded. “I will not put up