The Wrong Twin's Kiss
The kiss was soft at first, tentative, like we were both still testing the waters, still healing from the wounds we had caused each other.
But then his hands gripped my waist, pulling me onto his lap and deepening the kiss. I gasped as his tongue slid into my mouth, warm and demanding, igniting the fire between us all over again. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, needing him closer.
“Kurtis,” I breathed against his lips, my hands roaming down his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles under my fingertips. He groaned softly, his grip on my waist tightening as he pulled me flush against him.
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