LANDON'S POV
The kiss lingers in my mind even after I pull away. I feel the heat of it all - the sweet warmth of her lips, the softness, the fire beneath it all.
My heart is still pounding in my chest, and I can’t seem to breathe properly, even though we’ve already broken contact.
Clarissa's breath hitches, and I can see the confusion and curiosity in her eyes, almost like she’s trying to figure out what just happened. A part of me wants to tell her everything—that it wasn’t planned, that I didn’t think about it, that I just... wanted to. But instead, I find myself scrambling for something else. Some excuse.
She tilts her head slightly. Her brow furrows in that way she does when she's confused. How come I've noticed that about her so soon?
"Why did you kiss me?" she asks.
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