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Allison

That kiss. That stupid, perfect, amazing, incredible kiss.

I thought I liked his smell. But his taste is even better. Yes, there's some whiskey, but there's also lemon, and mint, and something deeper than that, a darkness, a need underpinning everything.

He holds onto my hair, fisting it tight as he kisses me, pinning me back against the headboard of the bed.

I sink into his lips. Into the way they move against mine. Into his breathing, the pattern of his inhales.

His fingers slide through my hair, stroke my cheek, grip my wrists and arch them above my head. My hips move, grinding into him. I feel his hardness, digging back against me. He's devouring me, and I'm tumbling down into this moment despite knowing it's a terrible idea. If I can't find a way to halt this freefall, I never will.

But I don't want to stop.

He moves to the side, dragging me onto his lap. I shiver as he unzips my dress, and together, we finally get the damn thing off. It's an immediate relief, as his lips