The pressure in my chest swelled so big that I had to put the bowl down, wrap my arms around his neck, and press my lips to his. He smelled like dish soap and he tasted like cake and even if this was the worst idea I’d ever had, it felt completely right. Seconds ticked by while he stood there, his arms at his sides and his body frozen against mine. Then, like a switch flipped inside him, a growl sounded in his throat and he locked his arms around my torso. He let loose, his teeth scraping over my lips, his tongue in my mouth, his beard rasping my chin as he slanted his lips over mine. It was a
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