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XXXVII : Stay Where I Can See You
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I don’t know who moved first. All I know is that one second, we were staring at each other in silence, and the next, his lips were pressing against mine again.This time, there was no gentleness. No pause. No space to think.Aaric kissed me in a way that was completely demanding and dominating, taking everything he could from me. His lips moved over mine with a rhythm that made me lose my balance.His hand gripped my neck tighter than before, leaving me no choice but to respond. I let out a quiet moan between our kisses, and it only made him wilder.My hands, which had only been gripping his sweater, slid up his shoulders, pulling him closer. I could feel the tension in his muscles beneath my fingers, the heat of his body seeping through the fabric between us.Aaric deepened the kiss. His lips parted slightly, his tongue sweeping over my lower lip before slipping inside, demanding access that I gave him without hesitation.Heat. Everything felt like heat.His tongue met mine, playing
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Stealing My Sister's Fiancee LXXVI : Half a Heart, Fully Sketched
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The morning came slowly.Sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, brushing against my skin like warm fingers that weren’t quite ready to wake me up. The air in the room was still cold, but something kept me from moving.An arm around my waist. Heavy. Warm. Familiar.Aaric.Once again, he was holding me like I was the only thing keeping him from falling. Like my body was the anchor that kept him alive.I slowly opened my eyes and glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. Almost seven. Still enough time before I had to get ready for the shoot. But my body didn’t want to move. Not yet.I thought I’d have trouble sleeping after last night—after the blood, the gunshots, and seeing the true face of Aaric’s world. But instead, I slept more soundly than I had in a long time.And that... was a problem.I took a deep breath and slowly peeled myself out of Aaric’s embrace. It wasn’t easy. He mumbled something in his sleep but didn’t wake up. His arm dropped onto the bed as I got u
