Her liquid brown eyes blazed up at him, and even as a small voice in the back of his brain screamed he didn’t have time for this, he couldn’t seem to pull away. She looked so damn soft and vulnerable, and all he wanted to do was step out of the way of her win, give it all to her because she deserved it. But first, he wanted to kiss her, a long, hot, turn-their-knees-to-jelly kiss.
He took one look at her lips and was lost to them. He lowered his head slowly, giving her the chance to pull away if she wanted to. Their lips met tentatively at first, then melted together like butter and sugar in a hot saucepan.
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