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And that threat spread like wildfire. DJ Vibrant came on stage and wrapped an arm around Wakely. I knew she hated to be touched by strangers. The fond memory of her telling me about the pregnant lady rule flitted through my mind. When her father was done babbling, the DJ leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. My hands clenched at my sides. The fucking asshole was going to get it. He was going to get it for touching my girl. She was mine…not his. Wakely made a face when he kissed her, then her face paled when she saw her father staring at her. He charged at her and grabbed her arm as he bolted off stage.

I unlocked it then opened the message one of my friend just sent My heart drops instantly. It was a picture of Kassy dancing intimately with a guy. That has to be Derrick That must be the bastard Kassy fell for.

I bombarded him with questions, filled with frustrations. "Of course. Don't you know Ivy Young? The first person to fall deeply in love with two guys. She got into a relationship with one and still kissed the other. She is unique, right?" He said sarcastically I shook my head, giving him a deadly glare."Look, I didn't kiss Xander, Romeo. He kissed me. It wasn't consensual. I didn't know he was about to kiss me. It was the day you told me to come over to the gym center. Remember I didn't meet you there, instead I saw Xander. We were just talking and he suddenly kissed me. I didn't want to tell you, because I knew you would surely act like this. Like an immature jerk." I abused him.

he exclaimed. “Yes Mitchum, you’re my mate. I have known since I met you and touched your arm that first day,” Dara said with fresh tears. Mitchum pulled Dara into his arms and gave her an oscar worthy kiss. When their lips parted Mitchum’s shorts landed on his head as Kenneth said, “Cover that up. Nobody but your mate wants to see your junk.”

Marissa waited until I was calmer before she continued being my voice of reason. "Kaylee, you did the right thing. You weren't meant to be a part of that desert world. And that's okay. You belong here." She handed me a napkin so I could blow my nose. "But I love him. I really do." "I know. Sometimes a fish and a bird fall in love, but that doesn't mean they are going to build a nest and have little fish-bird babies," Marissa said softly. Allie snorted at Marissa's bad analogy, and Marissa gave her a dirty look. "You know what I mean."

“Geez. If you think that was me flirting, you seriously need to learn a few things, buddy.” “You’re right,” he murmured, moving in closer. So close. “I suck at flirting. I’m much better at just plain kissing.” And he swept his mouth against mine.

No way he loves her too much. “Kaycie from the moment you stepped out of your car I knew there was something about you. When Brett introduced us and your eyes locked with mine I felt time stop. After that first kiss in my room, I knew that was it. I knew I would never want any other woman.” Darryn confesses. I watch as he drops down on one knee and pulls a small box from his pocket. Oh, holy fuck, he is going to ask her to marry him in front of the family. That smooth bastard.

Her incandescent gaze locked into mine. Her lips against my throat. I close my eyes. I am lost. — You lie so well to others… but not to me. Her mouth travels up to mine. She brushes my lips. Not a kiss. Just a threat. A promise. — Do you want me to kiss you, Éric? I nod. — Say it, she commands. — Kiss me, Jade. Please… She smiles. And she kisses me. Not a kiss. An inferno. She devours me. She crushes me. She tears me away from myself. And I let her.

He palmed my face, "I'm going to kiss you... Drake said and before I could shove him away, he had already claimed my lips in his. It wasn’t like the invasion Jake had staged in the dressing room. Jake’s kiss had been a war, a claiming of territory that left me breathless and shattered. Drake’s was different, it was a desperate plea, a frantic attempt to anchor me to a reality that didn't exist. He tasted of the salt air, his lips pressing against mine with a hunger that felt more like grief than passion.

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.