The Kiss and The Consequence
Unlike Leo’s, this kiss crashes into me with heat, depth, and something so raw it steals the breath from my lungs and melts every coherent thought I was clinging to. My body moves before my brain can catch up. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, and he deepens the kiss—slow, intentional, and dizzying. One arm slips around my waist, anchoring me to him, and his lips move against mine with an intensity that makes my knees nearly buckle. My heart pounds. My breath hitches and for a moment, everything else vanishes. When we finally break apart, breathless and stunned, he doesn’t move far. His forehead rests gently against mine, his voice a whisper brushing my skin like a secret. “You have no idea how long, and how bad I’ve wanted to do that,” he murmurs, his smile wide, gen
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