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It was just one kiss, but she almost melted onto the porch steps. Knees weak, hands shaking, she stepped inside and closed the door.
She leaned against the door, reliving the moment she had dreamt of after he had asked her to the dance.
She quivered, remembering the feather light softness of his warm, full, lips. Soft, gentle, and moist, they lightly and firmly embraced hers, teasing them with their minty taste, and that tiny touch of his tongue, just before those lips had grasped hers in their embrace.
“Mercy!” Just thinking about Johnny Lancer’s kiss made her hot.