Lorna's POV:The kiss lingered long after he left the room.I sat there like a statue, heart pounding, lips tingling, mind spinning. I should’ve been angry, or disgusted, or at least in denial , but all I could think about was how soft his lips had been, how slow and sensual the kiss felt. It was not lust filled or aggressive like the others. It was... intimate. Personal.I hated how my body responded to him. Every single time. I started to recall the one night stand. I was supposed to be tipsy that night, I was , but I could still remember everything. Funny enough, the number of times he had just teased me or romanced me kind of surpassed the sex. Then, it dawned on me that he hadn't been intimate with me since I started living and lying on the same bed with him. It was strange though , but still, I didn't know how I particularly felt about that. Whether it was rage or tenderness, he had a way of bending me to his rhythm. And when his tongue grazed mine .. God, I shoul
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