Maggie stammered breathlessly, trying to force herself to let Tyler go. Step away and put the distance they needed back between them. Only with their eyes locked, breath mingling in the chilled night air, and the kiss she should have known better than to ask for still fresh on her lips, the most she could manage was flexing her fingers enough so her hands were free to coast down the thick column of his neck, over the front of his coat, and when the temptation was too great, back up again. She didn’t want to let him go—didn’t want their moment to end. “With your other dates,” Tyler began slowly, his eyes squinting closed. “Do you ever let them kiss you more than once?” She wanted to laugh, because the idea of willingly letting any of those other guys back at her mouth was beyond ludicrous, something she ought to have had some smart quip about—only in that moment nothing seemed funny. This was the end. Forcing a shaky breath, she shook her head. “No. Never.” Tyler nodded, his eyes dark and unsettled.
