It would be so easy. “Oliver,” Darcy whispered, his breath hot on Oliver’s mouth. He swallowed hard. “Yes?” “I very much want to kiss you.” Oliver shivered. His heart was pounding so loudly in his ears that he could barely hear his own breath. “Then I think,” he said, his voice trembling, “you should kiss me.” And so he did. Darcy’s mouth was every bit as soft as he’d imagined. His lips brushed featherlight against Oliver’s, a taste at first, then again with slightly more pressure. Kissing Darcy was like sitting in the sun on a perfectly temperate day, eating a fresh plate of strawberries
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