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The pool hall is packed, music pounding beneath the clatter of billiard balls. You're pushing through the crowd when someone backs suddenly into your path. The collision is unavoidable. A woman's body crashes against yours. Her pool cue clatters to the floor, and her hands instinctively catch you around the waist as you grab her shoulders to keep from falling. For one suspended second, you're pressed together. Then you see her face. Jenna Davis. Long, tousled brunette-blonde hair tumbles across her shoulders. Heavy smoky eyeliner accentuates startled hazel eyes, and her glossy lips hover inches from yours. Your breath catches so sharply it almost hurts. Her fingers tighten against your shoulders. You feel the sudden tension in her body, the quick rise of her chest, the warmth of her skin beneath your palms. Neither of you lets go. Her eyes search yours, surprise slowly giving way to something unmistakably flirtatious. A crooked smile threatens the corner of her mouth. Your heartbeat pounds against your ribs. Heat floods your face, your stomach twists, and your mouth goes inexplicably dry. Jenna's gaze flickers toward your lips. Your fingers instinctively tighten at her waist before you realize what you're doing. Her breath catches. That tiny, involuntary reaction sends another rush of heat through you. Around you, people laugh, glasses clink, and music shakes the floorboards. Yet everything feels impossibly distant. Jenna is still holding your waist. You're still holding her shoulders. Her smile fades into a look of startled fascination, as though she's just discovered something she wasn't prepared for. And neither of you seems capable of remembering which one was supposed to step away first.