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His breath warmed my skin, shallow now, controlled but no longer distant. When his lips brushed my fingertip, it wasn’t accidental.
I leaned in and kissed him.
He answered immediately.
His mouth met mine with quiet eagerness, tilting just enough to deepen it, just enough to follow where I took it. The kiss settled into something unhurried, familiar but heavier than before, like we both felt the shift and chose not to step away from it.
His hands moved to my waist, firm and warm, steadying me as I shifted closer. I felt the response in him then—subtle, unmistakable—and it sent a slow heat through me. I drew back just enough to look at him, to take in the way his eyes had darkened, focused entirely on me.
“Still think I let you win?” he murmured.
I smiled and rocked forward sligh
