“Careful,” he murmured, nodding to her marshmallow “You’re about to burn it.” She laughed, turning it just in time “I like it a little burnt.” He grinned, shaking his head, and before he could say anything else, she felt him press the lightest kiss against her hair. She froze—not because she didn’t want it, but because her heart was beating so hard she was sure he could hear it
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