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Nick
Damn. Pipped at the post. I’d had every intention of laying one on her then she got there a moment or two sooner.
But score one for me, regardless. Angel was kissing me. That meant she was keen. And who could blame her? I was a catch… and it was Valentine’s week after all.
At first, my mind couldn't register the fact that she had made the first move, especially since I'd spent the entire day thinking about doing just this.
But she had, and now I was having my first feel of her soft lips against mine, the tentative movements as she brushed them across, searching, waiting for my response. She did it once, then twice with a soft sigh. I pulled her closer, taking over the kiss, nearly devouring her mouth with mine, lacing my fingers into her hair until I elicited another sigh out o
