“You told me once you would never ask for a kiss.” I grimaced. “Do you like it when I kiss you?” Yes. His smile deepened, but he waited, making me squirm, making me ask. I stared at him then bowed my head, surrendering. If you kiss me slowly, for a long time, it is easier for me to . . . “Let me in?” he finished for me. Yes. The word was a sigh and my cheeks were aflame, but he reached for me, pulling me from the floor and into his arms, enveloping me, making me feel full in a way I’d come to crave. I raised my face to his, closing my eyes and seeking his lips. And he kissed me for a long,
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