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I never touched any guy after Silas and I broke up. Even when Dad forcefully engaged me with Ethan, I never let him near me and that was one of the biggest reasons for his anger. I never let him touch me.

So when I kissed Silas, I had almost forgotten how it felt to kiss him. I had forgotten what kind of sensations his lips passed down my body. But when he kissed me back, I was reminded of all the moments we spent together.

His grip around my waist tightened as he pulled me closer, kissing me desperately. His lips moved around mine hungrily. My chest was burning when he pushed me against the table, making my palms hit the legs of the table from the sudden movement but I was engrossed too deeply care.

His hot mouth was a drug I could never overcome. The intoxication I was deprived of for seven long years rushed back. I let my fingers trail through his smooth hair. They were so soft to touch. My fingers traced the outlines of his jawline, admiring the masterpiece he was. Like a God,