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... It wasn’t the careful, reserved touch I was used to; it was rough, edged with a desperation that mirrored my own. He ground against me, the hardness of his uniform pressing into the softness of my thighs, sending a jolt of electric heat through my veins.
I kissed him back with a ferocity that frightened me. I poured every ounce of my frustration, my loneliness, and my fear into the kiss. I bit his lower lip, tasting the copper tang of blood, and he groaned, a low, rumbling sound that vi ...
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