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suddenly felt a little dizzy, as if the world outside the car was spinning yet she was standing still amidst the turmoil. 
    She swallowed.  “Good.”
    “Yeah,” he said.  “Good.”
    She gripped the seat to regain some equilibrium but it was no use.  It was too hard to keep control with him looking at her like there was something hanging from her nose.  They should have been watching the gates but he didn’t seem to care.  She should remind him, should say something...
    She opened her mouth but before the words could get out he leaned over and kissed her.  Then all rational thoughts fled too and she was alone, with Luke, in the car, with a very basic need driving her to kiss him back.  It throbbed like an ache way down inside and between her thighs.  She wanted him to touch her there, feel him inside her again.
    She pressed her hands to the back of his head, pinning him against her.  But he didn’t seem to mind.  One of his own hands explored under her t-shirt.  He expertly unhooked her bra then filled his palm with her breast. 
    Heat trickled along her nerves and plucked at her skin, leaving sheer pleasure in its wake.  She groaned.  He groaned in response and deepened the kiss. 
    The flash of a passing car’s lights lit up the cabin and they sprang apart like two teenagers caught in the act. 
    “Hell,” he muttered.
    She shook off the disappointment and tried to look on the bright side.  Considering she’d just been telling him sex between them was a no-go zone, she’d escaped with her dignity in tact.  And her underpants.  A lucky thing, passing traffic.
    “Sorry,” he said, breathing hard.
    “S’okay,” she said, shrugging.
    He sat back into the shadowy recesses near the driver’s side door, as if he was trying to get as far away as possible.  Any further and he’d be falling onto the road.
    “No big deal.”  She attempted a smile.  It faded as his face moved back into the circle of light cast by the streetlamp. 
    He looked anything but casual.  He watched her intently from beneath half closed lids, his big body set like stone as if he were trying to control a powerful force.  If there had been more light she might have been able to figure out if he was angry or perturbed or merely broody, but she was stuck with the semi-darkness and her own instincts.  Something was bothering Luke. 
    “I’m sorry,” he said.
    “Yeah, you said that already.”  She looked out the windscreen because looking at Luke made her eyes watery.  She didn’t want to be watery, she wanted to be strong and confident around the man who’d torn her heart in two.  Instead, she focused on the gates and sucked on her top lip.  The taste of Luke lingered on them, sweet and edible. 
    “No, I mean I’m sorry for...” he let out a long sigh, “for being such an asshole.”
    “Which time?”
    “Huh?”
    “Last night when you cuffed me?  Or when you broke up with me?  Or how about now when you kissed me?”
    “I’m not sorry for the kiss.”  He shifted in the seat as if he couldn’t get comfortable.  After a few moments, he said, “I’ve got something I need to say before we go any further.”
    “We’re not going any further, you and I.  We stop here.  No more kisses, no more sexual advances of any kind.  After we sort this fiasco out, we’re not even going to talk to each other anymore.  Get it?” 
    “Then I best say what I want to say now.”  He rubbed his palms down his thighs. 
    Lily waited.  Although her patience was already shredded to pieces, she was determined not to prompt him.  Let him sweat it. 
     
    “I should never have broken up with you,” Luke said.  There.  The words were out and he breathed a huge sigh of relief.  Now everything would be fine.
    But saying it didn’t make him feel any better.  Nor did it soften Lily’s expression.  By the wan light, he could just make out the tightness of her lips, her rigid back.  She turned to look out the