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Thorne’s lips were still tingling as he touched them with his fingertips. If he closed his eyes, he could even relive that kiss.
Kiss.
A strange word for such a powerful experience. He had been certain that she would lash out at him the way many animal females did when going into heat. Yet she’d given him something else instead, something precious: the human custom of kissing. The more he replayed it in his mind, the more he swore he remembered his parents kissing. The memories were hazy, tinged with heartsick longing, but they were there all the same.
They do it so they can get to know each other. To decide if they want to be mates.
He was a little embarrassed at his body’s response to that kiss. Before he met Eden, he’d felt no shame about his body, but being around her, a woman f
