“It was a mistake,” I huff, turning to look into his face that is far too close. “This one and the one before.” “The only mistake was not making it sooner.” “I… That’s…” I’m stuttering. He smiles in that way that makes me want to slap him. Then he’s inching closer, slowly stealing the small space that separates us. “No”—his fingers trail up my neck to trace my jaw—“the mistake was tasting you now that you likely won’t let me do it again.”
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