Before the tears could trickle down, he suddenly drew my jaw closer to his, then pressed his lips against mine in a kiss that wasn’t soft, wasn’t gentle, and still somehow wasn’t enough.It left a hunger behind, and that alone swallowed up the tears that had been sitting in my eyes moments ago.He lifted me onto his lap, his gaze locked into mine seeking consent without words, and I didn’t look away and I didn’t stop him either.Whatever sadness had been weighing me down twisted into something else entirely, something that felt dangerously close to desire.His hands moved with less patience now, my blouse giving way easily as he held me against him.The kisses didn’t stop, not as he moved, not even when we finally made it into the room.By the time my back hit the bed, my breathing had already lost its rhythm.“Give me your key, Evans.”His voice came lower and rougher, and I nodded, slow but certain, like my body had already made the decision before my mind could catch up.Everything
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