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Then his tongue as he claimed my mouth.

His scent as it filled my nostrils.

The perfection of his body against mine.

And all I could do was receive it.

He claimed my lips thoroughly, kissing me like I was his to devour.

It wasn’t the first time I’d been kissed, but it may as well have been.

His mouth was the perfect balance of rough and reverent.

It short-circuited my brain.

I needed him closer. I wouldn’t dare say it out loud—but my body spoke for me.

I kissed him back.

Because I wanted to.

Because I was ready.

He broke the kiss and stared down at me with eyes so intense I shivered.

“You still want to ride the train home?” he whispered.

Instead of answering, I got in the car.

As I watched him walk around the car, trying to process the moment I realized something with undeniable clarity.

I was in over my head, way, way over my head.

And I didn’t care.

FOUR

Molly

It wasafter midnight when Enzo finally parked.

“You need a parking space,” he said.

“Enzo, I don’t have a car. So no, I don’t need a parking space,” I said.

“But I do,” he responded.

He flashed me a quick smile and then got out and walked around the car and offered me his arm.

My pride told me not to take it.

I did anyway.

It felt good, too good, walking down the block on Enzo’s arm. It felt natural too, when it should have been anything but.

I practically floated up my stairs, my keys clutched in one hand while Enzo held the other.

It took me a moment to realize how quiet the hallway was. But it was quiet, too quiet… The kind of quiet that made the hairs on my neck lift like antennae.

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