RAGING FLAME
It wasn’t just a kiss—it was a collision of emotions, anger melting into passion, frustration turning into desire.
Michael deepened the kiss, his hands sliding to her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Mia sighed into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as her walls came crashing down. The kiss was both tender and intense, as if they were trying to say everything they couldn’t put into words.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their faces flushed. Michael’s lips curved into a satisfied grin as he looked at her, his thumb brushing her cheek.
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