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I sigh, shutting the water off. I stick my arm out of the curtain. “Hand me a towel.”
A fluffy, thick towel appears in my hand.
I wrap it around myself, not bothering to dry my hair, and I step out.
Marco blinks. For a second, I relish the sensation of his eyes tracing the curve of my neck.
The darkness in his gaze.
Then, I remember.
He’s leaving.
Sighing, I turn. “What do you want to talk about?”
I’m not watching him. It’s the only reason that I don’t see what comes next.
It all happens so fast.
His hand grabs my arm and turns me. I look up, ready to tell him off, but I never get the chance.
His lips crash over mine.
This isn’t just a kiss.
It’s a revelation.
I might not be insanely experienced when it comes to men, but I can tell right away that this kiss?
It’s somethingdifferent.
I moan, my fingers rising to skate through Marco’s hair as I tip my head back. He devours me, one hand curling around the back of my neck in a gesture that’s possessive enough to make me shudder, and the other splayed on my jaw, forcing me into a position that is completely at his mercy.
This is nothing like our last kiss.
Heat scorches my body, racing over every scrap of my skin. I gasp as Marco’s mouth descends to my neck, lighting me up with kiss after kiss that seems to electrify every single nerve in my body.
I tuck him closer, running my nails down his neck. My other hand creeps up to where the towel is wrapped around my shoulders. I should just drop it…
Abruptly, Marco steps back.
His eyes are so dark they look like pools of ink. His lips, which have always been unfairly pretty for a man, are parted, and his hair is in disarray.
He looks like I feel.
Frazzled. Unsteady.
Devastated by that kiss.
Peering down at me, he gives a sharp nod.
“Finally.”
I blink. “Finally what?”
“Finally, the fucking brick wall is gone.”
Either my brain is completely toast, or he’s making no sense. “Huh?”