KINGSLEY'S POV My eyes grew wide, still in shock of what Summer just did. In a split of a second, I recovered, giving in totally.My hand was still resting against the nape of her neck, my thumbs tracing the line of her jawline as if to convince myself that this was actually happening. The taste of her—sweet, sharp, and entirely overwhelming—still burned on my tongue. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths, pressed so close against mine that I couldn't tell whose pulse was hammering louder.When I finally forced myself to pull back an inch, Summer didn't move. Her eyes were still dark, heavy-lidded, staring up at me with an expression that made every rational thought in my head short-circuit."Kingsley," she whispered. Just my name, but the way she said it—ragged, uncertain, almost accusing—felt like a hand gripping my throat."Don't," I said, my voice rougher than I meant it to be."Don't what?" Her chin ti
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