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The Weight of a Kiss

작가: Gabrielle S.
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-11-04 20:26:13

Sophia’s POV

I have never been one to dwell on a kiss.

A kiss is just a kiss.

A meeting of lips, a moment of fleeting connection—nothing more, nothing less.

At least, that’s what I had always told myself.

But now?

Now, my hands were still gripping the door handle, my breath uneven, my skin burning from where he had touched me.

Now, my heart was still racing, my lips still tingling, my body still reacting to a man who had just walked away like kissing me hadn’t wrecked him just as much as it had wrecked me.

Now, I was thinking about a kiss.

Because it hadn’t been just a kiss.

It had been a promise.

A warning.

A line I had never meant to cross.

And fuck—

I wanted to cross it again.

I pressed my forehead against the door, inhaling slowly.

Breathe, Sophia.

Except I couldn’t.

Because my mind kept playing it over and over again, torturing me with the way he had kissed me.

Not carefully. Not softly.

No—

He had kissed me like he owned me.

Like he had needed it.

Like I was the only thing in th
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