Fox abruptly angled his head closer to hers. Leah panicked as she hadn’t had time to properly weigh her actions, to determine the correct, moral response. She lifted her chin to remove her lips from his trajectory, anything to give herself a chance to think, think, think. To her—horror? surprise? delight?—Fox took her lifted chin as an invitation. He dragged his nose up her neck and then followed the same path again with his lips, leaving fire in his wake. Her breathing hitched and every nerve in her body flared to life, destroying all coherent thought. Involuntarily, her eyes rolled back in
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