That was when I finally noticed how close his face was to mine. Just inches away, really. I started instinctively to pull away, but the fingers that had been holding down Dr. Slaski's papers suddenly lifted and seized my wrist. I looked down at Paul's hand. His tanned skin was very dark against mine.
"Jesse's dead," Paul said. "But that doesn't mean you have to act like you are, too."
"I don't," I protested. "I--"
But I didn't get to finish my little speech, because right in the middle of it, Paul leaned over and kissed me.
-Mediator 5: Haunted by Meg Cabot
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