So you’re saying the ball’s in my court.”	He bent his head, stopping just before his mouth touched hers. “The ball has always been in your court, Jessica,” he said huskily. “From the first moment I walked up to you at the Academy.”	She looked at him for a moment. Then she stood up on her tiptoes and leaned into him.	The instant her lips touched his, John slid one hand to her waist and threaded the other in her hair.	About damn time.
Julie James, The Thing About Love
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