This, even more than his compliments, is my undoing. I reach for him, moving with confidence. My arms wrap around his neck. He looks at me, shocked. “What are you—?” Before he can finish his sentence, my lips find his and I kiss him with the same fervency I did outside. For a second or two, he responds … and then his mind catches up to him. Famine breaks away, looking angry. “Are you just going to ignor—?” “Yes,” I say, and then my lips are back on his. Yes, I am going to ignore the fact that a man just tried to slit my throat. I fucking survived it, and now I’m floating on this adrenaline
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