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... as he shot upright on the couch.
His chest heaved, sweat soaking through his shirt and making the fabric stick to his skin.
For a moment, he didn’t know where he was. Then fragments of memory came flooding back. Delilah. Her weight pressing down on him.
The way his body had locked up, completely useless. Her lips brushing his, cold and soft, while he lay there helpless.
"Fuck," he whispered, touching his mouth. His lips still tingled from where she’d kissed him. < ...
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