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“Do I at least get a kiss for good luck?”  She looks up at the ceiling as if she needs to contemplate it.  I grab onto her hips and pull her flush against my body. My hand grips onto the back of her neck while my lips crush hers. Our kiss is a frenzy. Quick, energetic, and everything I needed to calm me down before getting out there. 
Redeemed (Dirty Air, #4)
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