Sylvia Fenris' POV
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His lips touched mine; something inside me broke open. It was not gentle, nor was it slow. It was like a wire pulled taut between us, finally snapping into place, and every nerve in my body lit up at once.
My fingers gripped the leather of his jacket collar like I might fall without it. His hand went to my back, drawing me closer as if he had to make sure I was real.
The night air was cold a moment ago, but I did not feel it anymore. He kissed me like he had waited his whole life for permission and finally decided he didn’t need it.
The kiss was done with no care. It was not like kissing Rand, soft and measured, and knowing there was an audience even when there wasn't. I felt as if
