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“And why would I want to do that?” I ask, tilting my head.

“So you will have a clear head when I kiss you again.”

I blink and then burst out laughing. “Oh, no. You’re one of those.”

He raises a brow, some of his blond hair falling over his forehead. “One of those?”

I pull back, poorly imitating a bro voice. “I’m not like a regular guy. I’m a good guy.”

Connor snorts. “Eat the sandwich.”

“I’m not hungry.”

He leans in and kisses me again. I pull him closer to deepen it and let out a soft moan, my tongue playing with his.

Connor pulls back slightly, panting a little. “How about now?”

I kiss him again. His lips are so velvety, and he tastes so fucking good. He needs to stop talking.

Connor accidentally brushes the tip of my ear as he plunges his fingers into my hair, and every pleasure center I have goes wild at the sensation. I wrap my arms around his neck,deepening the kiss even more, my tongue exploring his and my fingers tangling into his silky blond locks.

The angel from earlier falls through the ward wrapped around the kitchen in a loud burst of noise, pulling us from the moment. He looks between Connor and me, a slow grin curving his lips. “Con’s with agiiiiiiiiiirl,” he sing-songs.

Another angel follows him in. This one is darker. His features are similar to Connor’s, but his hair is black and there is a broodiness to him that is absent in Connor.

“You’re quite astute, Zach,” the dark angel says, helping Zach up.

“And you’re a sour one, Rafe.”

“Get out!” Connor shouts, glaring at them.

Rafe, the one with dark hair, gives Connor a mocking salute before grabbing Zach and pulling him past the kitchen boundary.

“Brothers,” Connor says with a sigh.

My lips twitch. I knew there was a resemblance.

“I should go.”

Connor blinks. “What? Why?”

I lean in and kiss him again.

Connor tightens his fingers in my hair, holding me close. “Stay,” he murmurs against my lips.

“Maybe for a little while…” I say, losing myself to the kiss, intoxicated and not by the alcohol.

Thankfully, Connor seems to have forgotten about the sandwich. He moans and moves closer, deepening the kiss. I lick at his tongue but pause when, through the haze of pleasure and soundproofing rune, I hear Alice shouting. I pull back and gently push at Connor before hopping off the counter.

“I have to go see what is happening with Alice,” I say, heading toward the living room.

“Wait, tell me your name,” he demands.

“Later, angel,” I say, winking at him over my shoulder before hurrying into the living room.

Alice is being held around the waist by yet another angel. Fuck, how many fucking angels are here? This one looks scarily like Zach.

I push through the crowd to stand in front of her. “What happened?”