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English
The line to the bathroom had vanished by the time I came up for air. Court took my hand and dragged me into it. He kicked the door shut and yanked the bolt into place. The air was charged between our bodies. As if electricity crackled from the mounting tension of the last couple of weeks.
Our limbs tangled around each other as our lips came together. It wasn’t gentle. That wasn’t me and Court. It was fire and ice. It was the push and pull. It was teeth and tongue. The fight. The battle. The knockout.
“Oh god,” I groaned against his mouth.
Only to have him reach under my dress and yank my underwear off. He dropped them to the ground, and I stepped out of them, kicking my heels off, too. Then he hoisted me up by my waist, dropping me onto the bathroom counter.
My hands fiste
