It was only meant to be a way of hiding in plain sight, a way to explain their presence in the alley. But somehow the tentativeness of his mouth, the gentle touch of his hands circling her waist, holding her upright… Wild Hunt damn it, it was far more devastating than all the hungry, passionate kisses they’d shared. Her fingers threaded through his hair, so thick, so luxurious. His scent of cinnamon and soap mingled with her beloved sea air and crowded away thoughts of marines and escape until they were the mere distant concerns of mortals. He stroked her cheek, smearing something wet up into
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