What…? What the fuck am I supposed to do now? “That’s what I thought,” Dash rumbles. And then his mouth is crushing down on mine, and his fingers are tangling in my hair, and the stars overhead are wheeling, and I can’t remember how to breathe. His lips—lips that look so full and soft when he speaks, or cracks the world wide open with a smile—are forceful and demanding. This isn’t the tender, loving kind of kiss I’ve daydreamed about in our English classes. This is a searing, ravaging, soul-eating brand of a kiss, and it’s hotter than I could ever have possibly imagined. Because this? This is
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