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KATYA

The second my apartment door clicks shut behind us, I’m slammed against it. His mouth on mine, one strong hand braced against the wood beside my head, the other at my waist like it’s been waiting years for this. I gasp into the kiss, half-laugh, half-hungry, tugging at the lapel of his jacket like I’m pulling him down into me.

God, finally.

The air between us has been nothing but teasing and