“Why do you care?” I whimper. “You don’t like me.” “Don’t like you? Gumdrop, I’m fucking obsessed with you.” The kiss is crushing, possessive. I’m drunk on the whiskey taste of him. It’s like being wrapped in the embrace of death—sweet, soul stealing. People sell their souls for kisses like this. I cling to him as his tongue steals my mouth, licking at me. Huge hands grasp my ass, crushing my hip bones like he wants me to crawl into the warmth of him. “Why are you…” I pant as he presses hotter kisses along my neck, my chin, my nose, nips my lip again, fists his hand in my hair, yanks my head
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OK--WTH just happened here? This was a shocker and do we trust this yet?
