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"I'd like a goodbye kiss before I leave for the day..." he says, his eyes not leaving mine, challenging me to say no.
I hesitate for a second, feeling my pulse quicken as I glance around to make sure we're alone. With a deep breath, I rise up on my toes, tilting my face up to his, and press a soft kiss against his lips. It's light, delicate, and over almost as soon as it starts.
He raises an eyebrow as I pull back. "Sure, that's enough for you?" His voice has that teasing edge, daring me to let go a little more.
Something stirs inside me—an impulse I can't quite name, but one I can't ignore either. I lean forward again, letting myself give in, and this time I kiss him with a depth I hadn't allowed before. My hands find their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of
