My pulse was a relentless anvil against my veins, and the hammering worsened when Scarlett answered the door. She was still wearing her dress from dinner, but she was barefoot and makeup free. Her eyes widened. “Asher? What are you—” She didn’t get a chance to finish her question before I stepped forward, grabbed the back of her neck, and crushed her mouth to mine. Her gasp of surprise traveled into my lungs, and there was a taut, suspended moment when I thought she might push me away. But then her gasp turned into a moan, and her lips parted for mine, and I knew nothing would be the same
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