ANDREA I didn’t expect him to kiss me again.Not after everything. Not after the way he always looked at me like I was some plague he couldn’t wait to quarantine, like every word I spoke was nails dragging across his nerves. Not after that first kiss he gave me months ago. The wild, angry, and over in an instant, as if he regretted it the second his lips left mine.I had told myself it was a mistake. His mistake.But here we were again, and this time?He didn’t stop.One second we were arguing like we always did, something about me being at the club, about the dress I was wearing, about me being a “damn exhibitionist" and the next, his hand was in my hair, and his mouth was on mine, and the entire world outside the car ceased to exist.His lips crushed into me like he was starving.Not soft. Not sweet.Hungry.Hot.Possessive.His hand cupped the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair as his mouth claimed me like he’d been waiting far too long to do this again. He tasted like
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