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fear doesn't win
EMILY'S POV -- I don't know what came over me, but my flesh was on fire, my veins were exploding as he stared at me, and my sanity melted away with the combination of the heat. Nico's hands are softly resting on my waist while my nails dig into his nape as I pull him closer. Our bodies are squashed together, my toes cramping as I stand on them to reach his lips. I'm tugging him closer, needing to feel the warmth of his body, but he's holding me so loosely that it feels embarrassing, but his lips...Goddess, his soft lips are sucking on mine, keeping me in place. I pull away, softly gasping for a breath and my feet feel strained as I stand flat on them, but my heart is pounding in my ears like drums. "Better?" I ask him when the silence becomes awkward. His smile stretches over his face,
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