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My brain was a total mess, with thoughts bouncing around like pinballs in a machine that had definitely been tilted one too many times. Then, he kissed me. Xavier Fairchild kissed me. My boss, the untouchable, perfectly put-together alpha who probably pressed his socks...had just pinned me against a wall and kissed me as if it were the most natural end to a night filled with peach schnapps and awkward dancing.
I was still pressed against the cool plaster, his big frame surrounding me, and I just stared up at him, probably wearing the dumbest look ever.
This had to be a dream, right? Another really vivid, mean-spirited dream. Any second now, I'd wake up slumped over the bar with Gavin laughing at me and a hangover that felt like it weighed a ton. That was the only explanation that seemed to fit.
