Lola's POVHis lips touched mine. It was just a brush at first. Soft. Testing. But the moment his skin met mine, a heavy heat flooded my chest. I wanted him. I couldn't lie to myself anymore. The pull was too strong. My hands moved up to his chest, gripping his shirt. He groaned slightly, shifting closer, parting my lips with his.The taste of him sent my mind backwards. Suddenly, I wasn't in this house. I wasn't bruised and battered from an ambush. I was in the back in his car three years ago. I remembered his hands pulling me into his lap, his mouth hot and desperate against my neck. I remembered the heavy weight of his body pressing me into the leather seats. The way he made me feel like the only person in the world. The raw, unfiltered need between us. It was a memory etched into my bones. My body recognised him instantly. It hummed, begging me to let go. To pull him down onto the bed, to forget the years of pain, and just let him consume me. For a few seconds, I gave in. I kis
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