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My breath was nearly stolen, our faces so close to each other that we both could smell the alcohol on us.
Breaking our distance, Triston's lips never left mine, a hunger building behind them, sharp and unspoken. I matched it. I fed it. My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, slipping them free one by one. I pulled it from his shoulders, Triston’s shirt sliding to the floor. My hands finally held his. Triston radiated heat, and my hands almost burned.
“Fuck,” he murmured, breath hot against my mouth.
In one sudden motion, his hands found my thighs, and he lifted me with ease. I laughed, breathless at the speed of it, as he carried me toward our main. I didn’t even see him open the d
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