Unfortunately what I remembered most was the way he had kissed me. His strong arms around me, his mouth insistent on mine, his body a hard line against me. How he’d set me aflame with a simple kiss, how badly I wanted him despite how much I hated him and everything he had done. Maybe that was the point. To show me what a fool I’d been. How easily he had drawn me in. And how willing I was to be drawn in again.
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