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and humble, and as far as I knew, hadn’t touched alcohol or smoked<br />
anything since college. Not until tonight.<br />
Of course, my first thought as he pulled out of the parking<br />
space was that it had to be related to what had happened at the<br />
Johanssons. But that didn’t really make sense to me. How could<br />
someone encounter something so serious and then flip a switch and<br />
become a total turd? Didn’t near-death experiences usually snap<br />
people back to reality, not swell their heads and raise them so far<br />
above it? And he’d been fine on Sunday.<br />
<strong>The</strong> cold air rushed in as he opened the window to flick his<br />
ashes outside. I crossed my arms over my chest and watched the<br />
yellow lines disappear under the front of the car.<br />
Instead of parking in my driveway, he situated the car at the<br />
curb in front of my house. My eyebrows immediately came together<br />
in a frown as I swiveled my head to look at him. “What’s up?”<br />
For an answer, he leaned over across the armrest and pressed<br />
his face against mine. Normally, a Tucker kiss sent those pleasant<br />
sparks raining down through me like the trails from fireworks. But<br />
this time, the entire thing was so out of character that my whole body<br />
tensed up.<br />
After a minute of my lips being pretty much motionless<br />
against his, he pulled back. “What’s the matter?”<br />
“You’re acting weird,” I said, intelligently.<br />
His dark eyes bored into mine. Little droplets of sweat<br />
began to bead on the back of my neck. Suddenly I really wanted to<br />
get out of that car.<br />
“I don’t think it’s weird for a guy to want his girl,” Tucker<br />
murmured. He trailed his fingertips down my arm and onto my<br />
thigh. <strong>The</strong>n his whole hand curled around my leg and his fingers<br />
wedged in between them.<br />
Automatically, my body responded to his. It was a truly<br />
strange sensation to have my lady parts suddenly very alert to the<br />
situation, but at the same time, to want to push him away. Luckily,<br />
my head was in control enough to grab his wrist.<br />
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