<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Her cheek and neck tingled from the harsh brush of his shadowed jaw, her lips were beginning to puff up from the ferocity of their kisses, her heart raced from the excitement of how near he had been, of how incredible he had tasted. She could still taste him in her mouth, knew that if she dragged her tongue across her lips Oliver would fill her senses all over again. Yet Gen could only consider escaping. She had to get away from him, had to put distance between them. She had to focus. There was no way she should have had such a reaction to him kissing her. No, he was so dangerous.<br/>
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She was almost through the door when a warm palm settled on her shoulder and slowed her. Determination set upon her features, Genevieve began to shake off Oliver’s hold on her only for him to move faster and place himself between her and the door. In order to not bump into him, Gen hastened to stop and glare up at him. He was close, far too close given what they had just been doing together, yet she could not find the strength to step back from him. His gaze upon hers was far too mesmerizing, the heat radiating off his body too tempting. Everything within her screamed to step forward, to forget her worries and drag him back into another frenzied kiss.<br/>
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…new, though? Genevieve blinked up at Oliver before the fear and uncertainty on her face was replaced with irritation. Had he forgotten their history? The fact her boyfriend and his best friend tied them together? Did that not matter to him? She knew women did not often tie down Oliver, that he could be casual enough with them. It had never bothered her, perhaps she had even at times been fractionally jealous of those women, but <i>she</i> could never have that. Not with him. That was what made him so dangerous. She did not feel such passions as she just had with just any man. No, there had always been something about Oliver.<br/>
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“<i>This</i> will be nothing,” Genevieve finally answered him with a thickness to her voice that was definitely because of how badly she still wanted him. She could not deny that, there would be no point when she knew it was written on her face and bright in her eyes. For a time, she had kissed him with just as much hunger as he had her. No, she it would not help her at all to pretend otherwise. Instead Genevieve gave a small shake of her head to push back a few stray curls from her face before continuing with accusation firm in her dark eyes, “You and I have no business being so close, let alone kissing, Oliver.” Or anything else. It was not lost on her that a few moments more of their passionate embrace would have likely turned into them dragging at each other’s clothing.<br/>
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“He would hate us both,” Genevieve finally said, allowing the obstinacy to bleed away from her face to reveal the guilt she was experiencing. She looked away from Oliver’s tempting gaze and sighed heavily, “And he would hate you more than me. You two have been together longer; your loyalty would mean more to him. So just…Just forget it, okay?” She knew she wouldn’t be able to, not if Oliver was near, but as long as he did, she knew she could behave. Maybe. Shaking her head, Genevieve pushed past Oliver and tried to ignore how her body rejoiced from just brushing his as she passed. “I’m going to take Dunkin outside until Mac gets here,” she announced, then glanced back at him, "Maybe you can come join us after you've calmed down..." Because she was awful, because even though she had just told him to back off, Gen just had to glance down at the bulge in Oliver's pants their kissing had caused before slipping through the door.</span>