VANESSA POVI feel like I was just ravished. My lips are tingling, and my body is craving him. The moment his lips had hit mine, something else had taken over. I have never kissed anyone like that before, but nothing about it felt wrong or forced—nothing like the passion-less kisses I have given or received in the past.When Gunnar ends his phone call, we both avoid each other's eyes. As soon as he begins to walk, I follow. I want to say something, anything, to reestablish my plan. Nothing but the feel of his lips is coming to mind, though, so I stay silent.When Gunnar opens the door to outside, I remember something.......it is cold here. Much too cold for a shirt and tank. The snow and brisk breeze are definitely present, but It doesn't really bother me. I smile, and a small chuckle comes out of my mouth."What is funny mate," Gunnar asks, looking at me with curiosity.My mood changes are probably throwing him for a loop."I guess bei
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