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“I’m choosing us, Declan.” Her hands left my head, and they pressed against the back of my palms, holding us together. “The answer is yes. I’ll still have you.”

I couldn’t wait a second longer.

I closed the tiny space between us and slammed my mouth to hers, my entire body lighting on fire the second I tasted her.

Fuck.

This girl could kiss, and it didn’t matter how much I was savoring her mouth or taking my time with her tongue; it still wouldn’t be enough. I needed more. As I backed her up into the room, she moaned with each exhale, running her fingers through my hair.

I didn’t want to hurry.

I didn’t want tonight to be over.

I wanted to feel.

I wanted to devour.

I wanted her to know she’d made the right decision.

When we were halfway inside, the door shutting behind us, I lifted her into my arms. Her legs circled my waist, her arms hugging me, and I brought her to the edge of the bed, the mattress hitting my knees.

“You don’t have to be quiet,” I whispered against her mouth. “Jenne