wire. Her smirk deepened. “Do you always ask so many questions?” I didn’t answer. Instead, I cupped the side of her face, my thumb brushing her cheek as I leaned in. She didn’t pull away; she didn’t even flinch. Her breath hitched just before
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our lips met, and when they did, it was fire. The kiss was messy and raw, a collision of need and want with no space for hesitation. Her hands slid up my chest, tugging at the fabric of my jacket until it hit the floor. Mine roamed over her back, pulling her
closer until there was no room between us, no room for the doubts or the memories clawing at the edges of my mind. She broke away first, her lips swollen and her breathing uneven. “Bedroom’s this way,” she murmured, her fingers lacing with mine as she pulled me toward the back of the
apartment. The small room was dark, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. She turned to face me, her hands going to the hem of her shirt and pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. For a moment, I just stood there, taking
her in. She was beautiful, but it wasn’t the kind of beauty that begged for attention. It was quiet, confident, the kind that made you want to look closer, to see what else was there. Her smile faltered. “You’re not going to change
your mind, are you?”} Not a chance, { I said, my voice low as I stepped toward her. The space between us disappeared, and then it was just her and me and the tangle of sheets. Her hands were everywhere, exploring, demanding, grounding me in
the present in a way I hadn’t felt in longer than I cared to admit. It wasn’t just sex. It was something else, something primal and desperate, like we were both trying to fill the same void. And for a while, it worked. When it was over, we lay tangled
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