Twenty-Seven
Marissa The car rolled to a stop in front of the lodging. The night was quiet, carrying the kind of silence that made everything feel more intimate. I had barely taken two steps when I also heard Justin’s door open. I turned, and he leaned against the car. Without warning, he opened his arms and pulled me into a hug. My first instinct was to push him away—someone could be watching—but Justin didn’t seem to care. I could feel his heartbeat steady against my cheek, and his scent invaded my senses. When I tilted my head up, his lips were on mine. The kiss was slow and drugging, neither of us willing to admit just how much we had wanted this. Justin deepened it, his hands tightening on my waist, and I melted into him. The bond roared to life, making my toes curl. My fingers found the fabr
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