I growled low in my throat then. I couldn’t help it. She was playing with fire, and I was desperately holding on to my control, trying to ignore the halfie already pressing against the zipper of my borrowed jeans.
“I would like that. A lot,” she added on a whisper. We leaned in, each of us subconsciously closing the distance as electricity seemed to crackle in the air around us.
But the air had nothing on Shay. When our lips met, it was like the world tilted on its axis. Everything that mattered in the world faded in comparison to the woman in front of me, whose lips tasted like the sweetest pomegranate and who smelled like home. Her small hands landed on my chest, fingers twisting into the front of my shirt as I buried my fingers in her curls, anchoring myself so I couldn’t lose her.
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