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           "Hmmm..."hemusedashequicklyfinished."ItseemsI’mgoingtohavetotamperwithyourmemory."

           BeforeIcouldreact,hepulledmefromtheJeepandsetmyfeetontheground.Itwasbarelymistingnow;Alicewasgoingtoberight.

           "Tamperwithmymemory?"Iaskednervously.

           "Somethinglikethat."Hewaswatchingmeintently,carefully,buttherewashumordeepinhiseyes.HeplacedhishandsagainsttheJeeponeithersideofmyheadandleanedforward,forcingmetopressbackagainstthedoor.Heleanedinevencloser,hisfaceinchesfrommine.Ihadnoroomtoescape.

           "Now,"hebreathed,andjusthissmelldisturbedmythoughtprocesses,"whatexactlyareyouworryingabout?"

           "Well,um,hittingatree-"Igulped"-anddying.Andthengettingsick."

           Hefoughtbackasmile.Thenhebenthisheaddownandtouchedhiscoldlipssoftlytothehollowatthebaseofmythroat.

           "Areyoustillworriednow?"hemurmuredagainstmyskin.

           "Yes."Istruggledtoconcentrate."Abouthittingtreesandgettingsick."

           Hisnosedrewalineuptheskinofmythroattothepointofmychin.Hiscoldbreathtickledmyskin.

           "Andnow?"Hislipswhisperedagainstmyjaw.

           "Trees,"Igasped."Motionsickness."

           Heliftedhisfacetokissmyeyelids."Bella,youdon’treallythinkIwouldhitatree,doyou?"

           "No,butImight."Therewasnoconfidenceinmyvoice.Hesmelledaneasyvictory.

           Hekissedslowlydownmycheek,stoppingjustatthecornerofmymouth.

           "WouldIletatreehurtyou?"Hislipsbarelybrushedagainstmytremblinglowerlip.

           "No,"Ibreathed.