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I frown and push out of his grasp. “I’m not…I don’t want to go home. I hate being locked up alone in my room all day.” Another stupid smile stretches my lips. “Stay. Dance with me.” “Leilani—”I step into his space, stand on his toes, and drag my tongue along his neck. He swears softly, his hand gripping my waist tightly to pull me off him, but I don’t let him. I replace my tongue with my canines, catching his skin between my teeth, and my heart pounds faster with a strange urge to pierce through his skin and claim him. Asher pulls me closer, his body a solid wall of heat against mine, and I roll my hips against his. “f**k,” he breathes into my hair, his fingers biting into my skin. He doesn’t push me away like I thought he would. Instead, he dances with me. He moves in perfect sync with
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