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Hayley
I thought I was dreaming.
When I saw Ash having what looked like a PTSD episode, I didn’t think, I just acted. I embraced him, hoping the contact would ground him and bring him back to the present.
I hadn’t expected him to hold me tight, to graze his lips over my neck, for his mouth to find mine.
But I wasn’t complaining. This was exactly what I wanted, so when he pressed his lips to mine, I didn’t hesitate. I parted my lips for him and let him in. He jumped into me, freefall style. His kiss began slow and deep, but soon it became something more, something desperate, as if I had been the key to his freedom and just now, after fifteen years of bad days, he could escape. He kissed me hard and sensual, taking my breath away.
One of his hands snaked from my face to my nape, whi
