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Chapter Eight
Sophia: His kiss was like fire. Hot and sizzling, yet slow. It was starvation, an awakening to how long it had been since my lips and tongue tasted someone else. Even as the music began to slow, my heart rate stayed elevated, beating rapidly in my chest. I was sure it would escape like my rationality. It was just a part of the show. I told myself that again and again as I watched the crowd stand and cheer while Logan thanked them repeatedly. Even from the VIP rooms where they stood and I sat watching them wait for the flood of their fans, my lips burned for more, and when those doors opened to the flood of screaming women that made the three of them smile so hard as they signed their chests and a.s.s cheeks, I craved more. It was an act. Not even the preaching I gave myself could c
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