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My heart stopped when his lips met mine. I heard him inhale sharply like he was struggling to breathe.
At first, it was barely a kiss...so light, so hesitant, as if he was afraid he’d break me by simply touching me. My breath caught in my throat, my heart stumbling in my chest. The world seemed to tilt on its axis, shrinking until there was nothing but him.
He was kissing me like I was something fragile.
But I didn’t want fragile. I didn’t want hesitation. I wanted him...all of him.
When he would have pulled back, I didn’t let him. My hand lifted, curling against the back of his neck, holding him to me. I pressed forward, answering his caution with certainty, telling him without words that I wasn’t afraid, that I wasn’t going anywhere... that I was his.
That was when the kiss de
