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NORA
Even when I’d dreamed of flirting with Weston, I hadn’t quite believed that it would work. And now, he was kissing me.
It might be practice, but it felt like so much more. It felt like worlds had collided, the universe was singing just for us, the entirety of existence had slowed to this moment.
I’d been kissed before.
I’d never been kissed like this.
Weston cupped my jaw with one hand as his other slipped around my waist and dragged me hard against him. I was so much shorter than him that he had to bend forward at the waist to get to my lips. Our kiss was soft at first but picking up momentum.
He walked me through the kitchen until my back hit the counter. He released me long enough to grip behind my thighs and hoist me up. My ass hit the cold countertop, and I yelped in su
