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"That's what I thought, Lucia. You don’t have a choice, and I don't have a—" George's words were abruptly cut off as Lucia stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his.

George’s hands instinctively gripped her waist, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened. He didn’t know what had come over him, but he couldn't stop. His tongue explored her mouth, eliciting a soft moan from her.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both breathless.

"Come to the party with me," Lucia said, her eyes pleading.

"I—"

"Please," she urged again before he could refuse. George nodded, and her face lit up with a smile as she...