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There’s something so familiar about his kiss I can’t place. His lips press against mine more firmly, and then his tongue slips into my mouth. He tastes so good, a sweet mixture of mint gum and strangely, watermelon. Or maybe it’s me that tastes like watermelon from the drinks I had earlier.

One of Tathan’s hands slides around my neck, and then the other, holding me against him

Thiskiss. It sets fire to what he’s sparked, and I’ve gone a little crazy. My hands fist his hair. I want to touch him all night.

And you know what’s so disarming? I’ve never had a kiss that’s so. . . intense. When I look up at him, he’s as breathless as I am—which makes me feel better, but I blush when I meet his gaze. Embarrassed for throwing myself at him, I look away. Christ, my cheeks are so freaking hot.

“So, it’s a deal. . . hot tub?” he asks, smirking, still holding on to me, my tongue dances behind my lips, savoring the taste of him on me.

Him and his fucking deals. Searching his eyes, I find that teasing smile has returned.

Deal?

I’m not sure I like that word anymore. I’m not sure I know how to deal.

“No. I already gave you one deal.” I hope I didn’t make a terrible mistake.

Untangling myself, I finally pull away.

Probably a little confused, Tathan runs his hand over the back of his neck and sighs before I close the door and leave him standing in the hall.

Was it a mistake? Am I being a dick to him?

Hello! You kissed Tathan, and you made a fucking deal with him to go on a date! That was a mistake.

At my feet, Oliver looks up at me curiously. He’s probably wondering what the hell is wrong with me. I slide down my door, and he crawls on my lap. Again.

“Mommy is so weak!”

Speaking of weak, someone has a weak bladder, and I’m sitting in pee.