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“You’re the something old, Volkov.”
Every cell in my body wants a do-over, to show her how it could be. I lower my voice to her ear, hand on her waist again. “Maybe you’re the bad kisser.” “It’s not me.” “Prove it.”
He said he wasn’t attracted to me, but he kisses me like he’s powerless.
