Kissing her was like experiencing something new and coming home at the same time. It had been so long, and it was thrilling, but it also felt completely right. He told himself not to rush it, but her fingers touched his face and plunged into his hair, so he circled her waist and pulled her to him. Even though he knew this was really happening—he could feel her body in his arms, smell her hair and skin, taste her lips against his—he fleetingly wondered if it was a dream. When his hands started wandering over her dress, a little voice told him to slow down, that it might not be a good idea if
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