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Dreamfever  - Karen Marie Moning

He moved toward me so quickly, I didn't see him coming and had no chance to react. His body was pressed to mine, his lips were against my ear.

 

I leaned into him and inhaled. I couldn't help myself.

 

He whispered, "O ye of little faith..."

 

 

 

Coup de grâce, indeed. *dies*

 

(trimming quotes for spoilers is ... interesting to say the least! LOL)