Renwick’s eyes widened as she stretched up on her toes and brushed her lips to his. She held for a moment, waiting for his lips to respond, but he held perfectly still. Dropping back to her heels, she searched his face. She saw it all—joy, sorrow, awe, terror—all the things battling within her own chest. And she suddenly knew, even in this, she was not alone. She saw the second that frozen facade broke, the ice fissuring and then splintering apart as he grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his. Every kiss was a promise—that this was real—it was new and raw and
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