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... and heavy. For a second, the world stopped. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to ruin me.
But then Snow snorted, and just like that, the trance shattered. Casimir pulled back, his smirk returning, sharper and colder than before.
"We should head back. The dark suits you too well, and I’m starting to forget my manners."
I wanted him to forget all his fucking manners. The withdrawal felt like a slap. He stepped into my space again, but not for what I expected. His hands ...
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