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It was the tone in his words that confused her the most. Sean was usually taunting when they were together. Teasing. Doing things to deliberately antagonize her.

Definitely not flirting. “Uh-huh.”

A hot hand cupped her cheek. His other hand slipped tighter around her waist. And then they were pressed chest to chest again. “I wish I had flirted with you every chance I had. And I’ve had a lot.”

“Sean?”

“Autumn…” He brushed his lips over hers. Then did it again.

She pressed closer. She wanted him to kiss her, just once.

If they were going to die, she wanted to kiss him at least once.

He’d imagined this moment a thousand times. Kissing Autumn Jane for the first time.

Sean made himself a vow—the instant they were free of this hell, and were free to keep living, he was going to tell her exactly what she made him feel.

For now, he just kissed her.

And held her in the dark.