Without hesitation, I lowered my head and brushed my lips with hers. The kiss was slow at first, tiny sparks igniting, but then my hands were in her hair, and our tongues were dancing. Fuck. I felt like I’d won the lottery. If I died and her lips were the last thing I tasted, I’d consider it a life well lived. When we pulled back, I was so mesmerized I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her fingers moved to her lips. “That was my first kiss.” “I know you need more than I’ll ever be able to give you. But I’m glad you gave me something as memorable as your first kiss.” I swear the pain my father had
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