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Thirty-Three: A Kiss Before The Storm
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2025-06-19 08:30:01Lillium Roosevelt
The door shut again. This time, I didn’t move.I just stood there in the kitchen—staring at the space where Adam had stood not even seconds ago—frozen like the moment itself hadn’t quite caught up to me yet.My fingers slowly lifted to my lips, brushing over them. They were still warm. Still tingling. Still carrying the shape of a kiss that came with no warning, no command, no pretense.Just... him.I swallowed hard, heart fluttering in my chest like it wasn’t sure whether to race or stop entirely. The rest of me couldn’t decide either. My mind tried to retrace every step, every breath, like I’d missed something in the lead-up.One second, I was rinsing dishes and finishing breakfast like it was any other morning.The next...He walked in, kissed me like the world was holding its breath, whispered something that made my knees soft—and vanished like nothing had changed.But something ha
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