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Dry.
Bella licked her lips desperately, but her mouth was dry. Jacob stepped forward; she stepped back. They danced like this for a few more beats, playing the game like only they knew how.
"Kiss me," he whispered huskily. Bella shut her eyes, trying to conjure some saliva for her starving throat.
"Edward-" she rambled off excuses, but to Jacob they meant nothing.
"Kiss me," he repeat, breathing hot air and clogging Bella's senses.
She obliged, savoring the wet feel of his lips pressed hungrily against hers.
And, though she would never connect the two, Bella's mouth felt try no more.