Nathan touched Elena’s chin, lifting her face slowly. “I love you so much, Elena…” he whispered, his eyes deep and expectant. “Can I kiss you again?”

Elena’s face flushed, but she turned her head to the side, shying away. “No, Nathan…”

Nathan paused. His face tightened, disappointed but appreciative.

“Why?” he asked quietly.

Elena let out a long breath. “I’m not the slut I was five years ago when I asked for your touch in the car.” She looked down. When she remembered that incident, she felt very embarrassed.

Nathan was about to speak, but the sound of shoes stomping on the floor made them both turn their heads.

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