“Where are we going?” I ask. “To my room, of course,” he responds. I stumble over my feet. Famine glances at me and smiles secretively, like he knows exactly where my mind is. My gaze goes to his lips, and a sudden, shocking realization hits me: I want to kiss him again. Not to tease him or to distract him, but to taste those lips again in earnest and to feel the press of his body against mine. I’ve absolutely lost it. “W-why?” I ask. He gives me another loaded glance, and I feel that look right to my core. “Would you rather I leave you at the door to your room?” he asks. “No,” I say too
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