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Miles hesitated at the doorway, boots clicking softly against the floor as he paused. Salem, still leaning against the counter, looked up at him, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. “Duty calls,” he murmured, voice low. “Patrols won’t do themselves.” Salem rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance, but the sharp glint in her gaze betrayed her excitement. “Don’t leave me bored while you’re gone,” she teased. Miles grinned wickedly, stepping closer, letting his hand drift to her waist. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a long, deep kiss, slow and deliberate, teasing with the weight of his mouth and the brush of his tongue. Salem responded instinctively, arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer, savoring the warmth, the pressure, the play of lips against lips. He pulled back just eno
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