“You wouldn’t kiss me last night.” “Nope,” I say, our lips near touching now. Our breaths mingle between us with tension so thick, I think I could dip my tongue out and taste it. “Why?” “I wanted you to remember it.” “Remember it?” “Yeah, kitten, the first time I kissed you, I didn’t want there to be even a single chance you doubted what was happening between us.” She stares, long and hard. “Even then?” Her words are whispers but confusing. “What?” “Even then. Last night. You wanted to kiss me?” This girl is cute. I smile and chuckle, my breath playing on her lips. “Yeah, Gabi. Fuck. I think I
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