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Take You Home
“Tell me and I’ll kiss you,” Ash said.
Hunter tugged at her hands and inched his face closer to hers, smiling playfully.
“I’ll tell you everything and THEN I’ll kiss you,” he said, challenging her.
Ash pushed her cheek against his, avoiding his lips. And then she whispered in his ear.
“Tell me everything and I might let you.”
Hunter liked the game she was playing. He didn’t know the rules yet, but he was willing to play along.
“Okay, deal,” he said, smiling, into her ear.
Ash didn’t pull back. She stayed where she was and rubbed her cheek against his.
“Go on. Tell me,” she said, whispering in his ear.
Hunter swallowed as he felt her breath on his ear. The contact was making him feel unbearably warm inside. He wanted so badly to just kiss her and drown in the warmth.
“You ran away from me, in your werewolf form, and then
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