Commotion and chatter are bouncing around, but I don’t hear any of it as the blood in my veins boils at the woman standing in front of me. I’m not sure what else escapes my lips from this point on as my body and brain go into a trance. It’s not until pain in my stomach rises that I realize how she’s being pulled away. My eyes look down and I see the ground moving under me—someone is carrying me away.
“Put me the fuck down,” I order.
Two seconds later, my body is lowered, and a door closing echoes in my ears.
“What the fuck,” I say trying to break free.
Warm hands firmly, but gently, surround my face as a pair of lips cover mine. My eyes stay open for a few more seconds until my heartbeat begins to slow and my brain shuts off. His lips break from mine temporarily, only to connect with them again, this time softer and even slower.
My body relaxes instantly. I allow myself to revel in the sensations swirling through me. “You’re making this a habit,” I mumble, keeping my eyes closed.
“A habit implies a regular occurrence.” His breath tickles my cheek. “It’s been eleven years.”
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