DominicMaybe I was drunk too, because why the hell was I leaning in when I was supposed to have left? She tugged on the collar of my shirt again, pulling me back toward her like she didn’t want to let go. My head dipped, my face buried in her neck, and I breathed her in. She smelled like pure seduction — warm skin, perfume, and trouble I should’ve stayed far away from.“Madelyn,” I muttered, more to myself than to her. She tilted her head, giving me more of her neck like she didn’t hear the warning in my voice.“Isn’t a man supposed to touch his new bride on their wedding night?” she whispered, her voice half teasing, half daring. “Or are you one of those saints who swore a vow of purity? Wait—” she grinned, eyes glinting with mischief, “don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”I froze. For a second, I thought I’d misheard her. Then I chuckled low. “You’re drunk.”“Maybe,” she said, dragging the word out, her finger tracing the edge of my jaw. Her legs pulled me from behind. “But you didn’t a
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