Warning: Mature content in the chapter
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Evaline:
I didn't wait for either of their response. My fingers were already working on the fourth button of his shirt.
Despite myself, I failed to slow down. But my fingers still did a fantastic job despite the rush.
A quiet breath left Kieran as I pushed the fabric open, my palms flattening against his bare skin. Warm. Solid. Familiar in a way that made something deep inside me curl tight with need.
I dragged the shirt down past his shoulders, letting it fall wherever it pleased, and then my hands were free... gliding over his chest, tracing the lines of muscle, dipping over his abdomen like I was memorizing him all over again.
My arms slipped around his neck, pulling him down to me.
The kiss I gave him this time was nothing like before.
It wasn't restrained.
It was hungry.
