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PRESENT
Ramsey’s sweet lips covered her mouth. He was kissing her. Her mouth moved against his automatically. He tasted good. Surprisingly, he didn’t taste like liquor, though. He tasted of peppermints.
God, she could keep kissing him all night with how good he tasted. She felt his tongue caress her bottom lip, sending a shiver through her body. A low moan escaped her, and he reacted with more enthusiasm. He held her tight against his body, and she could feel the rippling muscles in his chest.
Her mind was whirling a million miles a minute. Yet, there was something she was missing.
Party. Shots. Dancing. Balcony. Ramsey. Kissing.
She couldn’t put her finger on it. There was something else she should remember.
Ramsey pulled back, and, in an attempt to clear her foggy head, she gul
