In the bar, both seated, it was hard to tell how tall he is, but now, he towers over me, nearly a foot taller than my 5’4” frame. I have to stand on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck, and my T-shirt rides up so high, my entire back presses against the cold car door, and I shiver. Daemon moves his large hands to my sides, pressing his fingers into the bare skin of my waist. I suck in a breath. God, he smells amazing. Like the musky forest with maybe a hint of roses. Then, he bends his head to kiss me. His lips are soft and taste like some combination of cinnamon and spearmint. My stomach
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Yeah. No. No thank you.
I'm out ! ✌️
