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It’s painful to admit my sauce went uneaten.

After a few more minutes with Adeline’s lips locked on mine, I found that her appetite wasn’t for food.

Not that I’m complaining — oh, no, not at all. In fact, the thought of her lips on mine is the only thing keeping my sour mood from getting any worse.

But then, just as I thought we might finally get some peace, the ship’s horn blares through the