But as it dawned on me that Nash might’ve felt differently, his arms circled my waist and he tugged me closer, deepening a kiss that suddenly had no fuckin’ right to be seen in public. His tongue was hot and slick. It was mine, and I pushed him against a nearby van, letting the rain pelt us, until there was a very real chance I’d tear his fuckin’ clothes off before I remembered where we were. I drew back, heart pounding. Nash sucked in a shaky breath. “How can something I like so much make me feel like I’m gonna die?” I tucked a stray curl behind his ear. “Is it a good death?” “Death by Locke
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