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He still had his
hand in my hair and I felt like I should be running, before this all went
wrong, but I didn’t want to. Then he kissed me. He’d kissed me before, on the
cheek, on the head, even on the lips. But this was different. His perfect lips
met mine with the lightest of touches, but it was like a deep caress, it
filtered through me and there was no way I could move. The tip of his tongue
skated along my lower lip and I needed him so much it made me feel hollow
inside.
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