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Feeling giddy with my angel by my side and my newfound knowledge about my father’s continued existence, I suddenly turned bold.
“Do you think you might ever kiss me again?” I asked Daniel.
“I might,” he teased me, grinning and obviously enjoying our flirtation.
Confident and happy, I tilted my head around to press my lips lightly against Daniel’s neck. “You might, huh?” I asked. His deep growl let me know that the feather-light brushes of my lips were driving him crazy. “And when might this happen?” I asked, already knowing it would be sooner than later.
When my lips trailed a path along the outer edge of his ear, he was no longer able to hold back. My mighty angel took charge, pushing me back and pillaging my mouth with his own. This wasn’t the tentative and sweet kiss of new love
