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He
smiled and angled his head, as if preparing to kiss her. “Why?” he asked
instead.
“You know why!”
“Mm,” he murmured, accepting that as
her answer. “And who do you hate more right now?” He dipped his head a little
closer. “Me, because I won’t do what you want – or you, because you want it?”
“Me, all me,” she whispered as she
swooped in close and took what she wanted from him. What he allowed her to take from him.
Voraciously.
Good
Lord, he thought moments before she pulled away, shock at her own actions
clearly written on her face. Where had she learned to kiss like that?
“Ah,
Silvie,” he said, dragging his thumb over her full lower lip before he favored
her with a lingering, open-mouthed kiss, “I don’t think you hate me as much as
you think you do.” He pulled back
before she could respond – to his words or his kiss – and jogged down the three
short steps from her front porch to the walkway. “Goodnight, Silvie,” he called
over a shoulder. “Lock the door behind me.”
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