The kiss tasted of salt and whiskey, of everything Sarah was trying to forget.Her fingers curled into Liam’s shirt, pulling him closer, desperate, lost. He didn’t resist, not at first. His breath tangled with hers, uneven, heated, but when her trembling hands slid up his neck, he caught them gently, his palms closing over her wrists.“Sarah,” he whispered, voice breaking. “You’re drunk.”“So what?” she murmured, her lips brushing his. “I’ve been drunk for months... on you.”Her laugh was small, shattered. She stumbled backward, and he caught her before she fell, her body melting against his chest. The scent of her perfume mixed with liquor, jasmine, sea salt, and heartbreak.“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”“Sarah,” he said again, firmer this time, forcing himself to breathe, “you’ll regret it in the morning.”Her fingers trailed along his jaw, slow, teasing. “How can I regret something I’ve wanted since the night I got into your car?”His body tensed. The memory of that night,
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