Then he’s leaning closer, pulling the bandanna from his face. His free hand is tight on my hip, pushing my back against the wall. I take a quick breath when his head ducks beneath my jaw. The brush of his lips has me swallowing. His mouth moves lightly, trailing kisses across my skin. My breath catches when a hand cups my face to bend it down toward him and away from the street. He moves slowly down my neck, his lips growing less hesitant as they follow the path of my jagged scar. “Kai…” My voice sounds breathy, though that wasn’t at all what I intended. “Pretend,” he breathes against my skin,
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