Saoirse POV I kept my hand against his face for a long moment before either of us moved, and then I stopped waiting.On the first night two months ago, in my own living room, a mask between us and a broken wrist in my lap I had taken. I had reached for a stranger's power and bent it toward my own reclamation because I had spent three years unable to take anything at all, and I would not apologize for a second of it. But this was not that. This was his face under my hand, unmasked, known, mine to touch. And I understood, standing at the window with the river going dark behind him, that I had not come here tonight to take.I had come to give. And I could only give myself because I finally, completely, owned myself and because I owned myself, I could choose to hand it to the one man who had never once tried to take it from me.So I chose. I fisted my hand in the charcoal sweater and I pulled his mouth down to mine.He kissed me slow at first, both hands coming up to hold my face, and I
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