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His lips crashed into mine and I didn’t know what to do with my hands.
That was the first thing. The embarrassing, humiliating first thing, that he kissed me like he’d been starving and I stood there with my arms at my sides for a full second before my brain caught up and I grabbed his shirt.
He didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he didn’t care.
His mouth moved against mine with a certainty I didn’t have, pulling and demanding in a way that made my thoughts scatter like ash. He has kissed me before, hard, soft, but every one of it still felt different. Nothing like this. Nothing that made my knees threaten to give out beneath me and my chest feel like something inside it was cracking open.
I made a sound. Embarrassing and involuntary and he swallowed it whole.
His hands gripped
