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He closes his eyes and says, “I’m trying my best not to kiss you.”
Without hesitation, I tell him, “Don’t.”
His voice is moderately alarmed when he asks, “Don’t what?”
I lift my glove-covered hand and place it atop of his. “Don’t try not to kiss me.”
I should be ashamed of myself for making out with a guy I hardly know, but I’m not. I should tear my lips from his and stop this craziness here and now, but I won’t.
The kiss is fierce, passionate, all-consuming, and it sends a fiery sensation coursing through my veins. Blaze’s kiss breathes life, and in this moment, lost in his kiss, I am alive.
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