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( Caitlin's breath catches when she notices the way Nate's eyes shift. She wets her own lips as she reflexively mirrors the movement of his eyes, hers lingering on his mouth as they form the words before she looks up at him again. The tone in his voice doesn't go unnoticed.

Caitlin's stomach tumbles with anticipation as she lifts her chin in a subtle invitation.

And then she decides screw it and throws caution to the wind, reaching up with one hand to draw him closer with a palm and slender fingers curled around the back of his neck so that she can kiss him. That's what this is leading up to, isn't it? God, she hopes so, or she's going to feel like a complete idiot... )