Healing With My Bad Boy
However, I don’t want to do that with Gracie.
Her eyes close, and she closes the small space between our bodies. “Kiss me, Ryland,” she whispers.
It's the green light I needed. I gently run my fingers through her hair and close the distance between us, pressing our lips together. The moment her lips meet mine for the first time, pleasure surges through me, and I can't help but let out a deep moan. Gracie responds with a soft moan, her arms slipping around my neck. Her touch feels even better than I had imagined. I've imagined this kiss many times—her lips are soft and warm, her kiss tender. I cradle her cheek with my hand, deepening the kiss slightly, but not enough to scare her.
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