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Before I can stop myself, I close the last of the space, grip her face with both hands, and crash my mouth down on hers. I don’t have to wait for her to reciprocate. It’s immediate. She drops her clutch to the ground and throws her arms around me, kissing me back with such force. She’s . . . she’s fucking kissing me back. Fuck.
He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)
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