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Chapter 112

The Glass Attic

Leah

"Run or drive?" asked Jake as we decided to answer Alice's call.

"What exactly do you mean by running?" inquired Marcus, somewhat intimidated.

Jake grinned.

"By that I mean that WE ..." he pointed to all the twins present, "... run on four legs ... each! respectively!" Jake clarified.

Marcus swallowed, but nodded.

Together we went to the garage, where Jake and I pretty much always took off our clothes to run.

It was practical. The rear door to the garden or even the forest was so far to the side that it could not be seen from the house, where unexpected visitors might be waiting. In the meantime, we were even able to open the door as wolves. It looked silly when we were busy with our huge paws on the delicate handle, but it worked.

Bran had gotten used to Jake as a wolf by now and had also been out with him a few times. He still found it all totally freaky. In this respect he swung himself briskly behind Becky on Jake's back and gave a "Yee Haw!" in best Wild West manner.

"I'll give you a head start!" I indicated to my little bro, patting his head.

He growled challengingly while I narrowed my eyes militantly.

With two people on his back, he would be a lot slower than me.

Jake gave an aggressively defiant sound of his own and took off running.

"You look ... nervous," I noted as I turned to Marcus. "You're not afraid of me, are you?" I asked cautiously when I had already pulled my sweatshirt over my head.

Underneath I still wore a thin top.

"Theoretical or practical?" he smirked, pulling me into his arms and planting a tingling kiss on the side of my neck. "In theory, you are a proud Spirit Warrior and the girl I love above all else, of whom I now know all these secrets ... Practically, you still remain an overgrown wild animal!"

"But I'm still me on the inside!"

"I should hope so. Not that you'll bite me!" he laughed dazzlingly.

I bit into his shoulder meanwhile.

Not hard, of course.

"How fast are you? ... You said on Wednesday that you were actually going slow then."

"I could easily catch up with Jake," I said disdainfully.

"I'll believe that when I see it!" he now challenged me.

I quickly continued to undress, with Marcus turning around a little embarrassed.

He had already seen me naked on Wednesday and almost naked on the beach, but that had been something else. So far our confidences had not gone.

I was undressed and folded my things to some extent. I was about to pull my father's bracelet off my wrist when I thought of something much more practical.

"Will you take my clothes? Then I don't need to tie them awkwardly around my ankle?" I asked.

"Sure thing," he replied immediately.

I looked around the spacious but rather untidy garage and found a burlap bag that could be carried like a backpack.

As I stuffed my clothes and shoes inside, I noticed an underlying heat in my cheeks.

I was nervous. It would soon be time. I would face Marcus as a wolf. It was different than that time with Ben. I wasn't afraid of Marcus' reaction to it. He already knew what I was. Still, I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. Somehow it felt excited. Jittery and restless. I couldn't wait for him to see me in all my glory ... Okay, that sounded pretty stupid even in my thoughts.

"You recognized me!" just came back to me, though.

"What do you mean?"

"In the forest. When I placed myself behind you to cushion your impact. That's when you recognized me. How?"

I was standing right behind him and was about to hand him the bag.

He looked over his shoulder and I recognized a warm smile.

"Your eyes," he commented, turning to me. His hands came to rest on my cheeks, and he looked into my eyes. "That beautiful hazel-brown ... No one has ever looked at me the way you do. With a look that I can't avoid. In those eyes I have seen only you. No animal, which I completely forgot at that moment," Marcus whispered and kissed me soulfully, running his fingertips tingling down my bare back to my buttocks. "That you're hot, I already said, didn't I?" he smirked after that mind-blowing kiss.

I nodded.

A little embarrassed.

But then I phased.

After all, we didn't want to give Jake too much of a head start!

Marcus' eyes widened as I sat in front of him, and he backed away from me a little. There was only a glimpse of fear in his gaze before it changed to admiration. Still somewhat timidly he stepped closer. I gave him time. He stroked gently and carefully over my fur. Slowly I straightened up to my full height, but Marcus remained standing.

"You are graceful, even though you are so huge," he said in awe.

I nodded.

"I feel a little stupid right now because I'm talking to an animal!" he stated, a little offended, picking up the bag of my clothes that had somehow carelessly landed on the floor during our kiss.

We went outside and I lay down so that he could mount. I noticed that he was still looking for the right position and so I waited patiently for a while.

"I'm almost ready!" he opined.

I chuckled.

So did Jake, who of course was aware of everything through my thoughts.

"What was that?" he asked immediately, at my presumably rather indefinable sound.

Laughing, grinning or chuckling wolves looked extremely silly and made pretty strange noises doing it!

"Jake's making fun of you!", I phased back quickly, which he automatically buried me under himself.

I laughed after he was startled by this for a moment.

"That's not fair!" he complained, laughing as well.

A new attempt. This time he made an effort and apparently immediately found a sitting position that seemed safe enough for him.

"Show me how fast you are!" he whispered to me, leaning down close to my ear.

I looked over my shoulder and nodded. He held onto my neck, and I dashed through the forest. I was paying attention to Marcus, though. Slowed my pace when I felt he wasn't holding on tight or making unintelligible sounds. But I overtook Jake.

I noticed how Marcus was amazed when the big metal gate in the middle of the forest opened seemingly by magic.

My key was somewhere in my clothes. Otherwise, when we ran here without clothes - and without remote control - there was a place where a few rocks piled up so we could jump over the fence. Em and Jazz had brought them there for us.

I stopped in front of the main house and let Marcus dismount.

He breathed tensely, but was already getting calmer.

Still a wolf, I walked up the steps, gestured Marcus to open the door, and went into the first little room.

The small barren room belonged to Jake and me, so to speak, since recently. Apart from the fact that there were always bathrobes hanging on the coat rack for us, there was now a small dresser in this room. It contained a few clothes for us. Esmé had set it up that way on Wednesday night, in case we didn't have a chance to get ourselves something to wear from Dad's house.

It was only here that I phased back and got dressed while Marcus waited outside the door.

"Hey, Leah. I haven't seen you in a long time!" Zoey took me in her arms after the wedding date for my parents was finally set.

I was very happy about it, although it would hardly change anything at home. The two were already overjoyed together.

"Hi, Zoey," I returned her hug. "This is Zoey, my mom's best friend. Zoey, Marcus ... my boyfriend!" I immediately introduced proudly.

"Heard it already!" she winked at me and greeted Marcus in a friendly manner.

We chatted with her only briefly as she was already being pulled along by Alice. We went to the kitchen to get something to drink.

Esmé was still there and asked Marcus how he was doing health-wise since Wednesday night.

He was doing very well. Especially since around ten o'clock this morning!

"Make yourself at home with us, Marcus," she said good-naturedly, and left us again when Carlisle came through the door a moment later.

He anxiously asked about Marcus' hands, whether he could move all his fingers properly or was still in pain.

Marcus answered well-behaved and satisfactorily for the doctor of the house.

Afterwards, Rosalie came to give her opinion about the bus.

A shame to let such a beautiful car deteriorate like that.

"Don't complain to me. I bought it like that! I got it pretty cheap for the model. I want to restore it little by little," Marcus replied soothingly.

Rose paused. A bittersweet smile arised on her lips.

"Oh, oh ...!" I opined, just as the joyful sparkle in Rosie's eyes set in.

"Did I say something wrong?" inquired Marcus.

"Don't know yet ..." I pondered, continuing to check Rosie's facial expression.

When her perfect expression became clearer, I stood in front of her ... with my index finger raised threateningly.

"Oh no, Rose! Not today! Marcus is all mine today. You can tell him next time in great detail how you imagine his bus!" I hissed at her.

She conceded defeat and dejectedly moved away.

That was simple?

"Well, you two. Have you seen Jake and Becky?" Jasper entered the kitchen as next.

Had they drawn numbers in the hallway, or why did they all appear one after the other today?

"I saw them out strolling earlier," Marcus said, pointing through the window facade.

"They're over at Dad's. Becky wanted to play the piano," I explained.

"Well, I'll go bother these two," he winked at us and disappeared.

I mentally counted through briefly.

That should be all of them for now. Alice was with Zoey in her studio and Bran and Em in his gameroom. In this respect, we had now gone through all those present!

"They are all so nice and kind!" marveled Marcus.

"Did you expect otherwise?"

"Actually, I don't know what I was expecting. But it's definitely much more normal than I thought," Marcus smiled.

"With us, very little is actually normal!" I said, one eyebrow raised skeptically.

"I haven't forgotten," Marcus smirked.

"This is my family!" I stated with a smile. "Get used to it!"

"I'm sure it won't be difficult for me. With you, everything is somehow different than with us at home," he said, and I leaned between his legs.

He told a little about his family. He could not remember that things had ever been as cordial with him at home as they were with us.

And he hadn't even noticed that much yet. It felt sorry for him. Even without all the vampires, Jake and I still had a very happy and joyful childhood and adolescence, while Marcus between the firstborn and the nestling was always fighting for attention.

"So, what do you guys normally do when you're here?" he then asked, overtly changing the subject.

"Come on. I'll show you a bit of my third home," I pulled him along with me by one hand. The possibilities to do something here were almost endless.

"Third?"

"Mmm ... mmm ... In Saco at Mom's is my home. Edward has his own little cottage here on the property. That's my second one. And this one ..." I made a rambling gesture, "... is my third!" I explained.

I walked ahead and Marcus followed me - with his hands on my waist.

"Edward is my dad, as you already know. Esmé and Carlisle are like my grandparents. With Rose, Em, Jazz and Alice, we can't really decide. Most of the time they are as caring as aunts and uncles, but often enough as silly as siblings," I explained along the way.

The first floor was relatively uninteresting in this part of the building, so I went up one floor. In the library, Esmé and Carlisle were sitting on the sofa, each with a book in hand.

We had spent a long time in this room Wednesday night, but only now did Marcus have an eye for the books. He realized that some of the works were first editions.

"They must have cost a fortune!" noted Marcus appreciatively.

"Not if one bought them when they were first available for purchase," Carlisle noted with a smile.

Marcus understood the hint and immediately asked how old the vampires really were. He gasped briefly, with a quick glance at the precious first editions, when Carlisle revealed his age. In contrast, he remained quite calm after Esmé's mention.

"And Edward?" he asked curiously.

"Seventeen," was all I said.

"Since when?" he doubted my statement.

"Born in 1901 ... transformed in 1918," I chuckled.

"Creepy!" he shook his head and smiled.

We moved on.

He asked why there were so many guest rooms.

"The one next to the treatment room has always existed. In addition, there are four rooms for friends of the family. Also vampires. We haven't got to know them yet, but they'll probably come to the wedding. They live in Alaska and also feed only on animals ..." I told what I knew about the Denali clan.

"What do vampires actually need bedrooms for? If I understood Jake correctly, they never sleep ... a confusing idea, by the way!" Marcus asked.

"Well. Everyone needs a place to retreat ..." I replied, which Edward had once told me. When he didn't have his own house, but only a room in the main house, he usually did without a bed. Simply for reasons of space. He didn't need one. But for everyone, their own four walls were part of the quality of life. To simply have peace and quiet, to pursue one's personal interests, to think and so on. "... Besides, the beds are very well used, even if not for sleeping!" I ended.

Marcus said nothing, but he understood perfectly well, as his mischievous smirk showed me.

"For Jake and me, Esmé prepared two additional rooms. There's only one guest room at Dad's. So, one of us usually sleeps here in the house when we're all here."

So, we walked through the numerous rooms. Billiard room, cinema room, swimming pool, game room - at Emmett's request with Air Hockey, dart board, pinball machine, and so on ... for which there was no room at his place - various social rooms ...

And then we were standing in the last room.

The glass attic.

"The view is awesome!" noted Marcus, impressed and peering through the window front.

Oh yeah, it was awesome. Even now. In the pouring rain.

"Mmm ... mmm ... You'll have to see it at night!" I agreed.

The room was by now my favorite room here in the house. On the sides were some huge sofas, on the floor spread countless blankets and pillows and next to the entrance door was only a small chest of drawers. On it was access to the in-house HiFi system, which I now switched on.

Marcus directed his gaze upward. Through the glazed roof.

"That must be madness with a starry sky!"

I said nothing.

I just sank with closed eyes into my imagination to be alone with him up here at night. To enjoy the dreamlike view. To lie in his arms at the same time.

I sighed dreamily.

"I sure hope you were just thinking about me!" his dark beguiling voice whispered right by my ear as his arms wrapped around me.

My body vibrated.

"Yes," I still sighed after.

We made ourselves comfortable on the many blankets and pillows.

We talked, we goofed around, we kissed each other. Since it was always a little warmer up here than in the rest of the house due to all the glass, we sat on the soft blankets without sweaters and shoes. Now and then we also lay there.

Felt kind of ... I don't know ... comfortable. Cozy.

He told me all that Jake and Becky had told him about wolves and vampires.

Basically everything!

He could understand that I had not come right out with it on the first date. He could also understand that I had not really thought about this point, telling him the truth, until now. He asked me about Ben. How I had told him about the wolves and how he had taken it. Jake had only hinted at that and said that he should better ask me himself.

So, I told about the night at the lake.

"Sounds like he's a complete idiot!" Marcus made fun of him.

I nodded heavily.

"And what about you?" I asked taking the opportunity. "What girls were stupid enough to let you go?"

"There's only one, worth mentioning. And strictly speaking, she didn't let me go," Marcus chuckled, but seemed a little self-conscious about it.

He talked a little about Lily.

The girl Jake had already told me about telepathically. The Lily his sister Maggie had talked about in her kitchen two weeks ago. But neither of us wanted to talk or hear too much about the ex-partners, so the subject was quickly ticked off.

At some point we both had to go to the bathroom. On the way back to the attic, I saw a tray standing on a sideboard.

As if someone had forgotten it.

"Thank you, Esmé!" I said clearly, my voice only slightly raised.

I didn't really understand her answer, unfortunately, but sounded like "You're welcome, dear!"

On the tray was a plate of still warm, freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, two cups, two small spoons, a small bowl of small white marshmallows, and a thermos.

With warm cocoa! Esmé was really the best. Cocoa! I had not drunk it for ages, but was there anything better in the lousy weather?

"I think the last time I had cocoa I was ten!" said Marcus enthusiastically as I arrived back on our lounge lawn with the tray.

So now, while talking and kissing and teasing, we drank cocoa and gradually gobbled up the delicious cookies.

"The last one!" I stated, looking a little disappointed at the now almost empty plate.

For a change, we just sat cross-legged in front of each other and discussed books.

Novels weren't really his thing, but he could sit over sports books for hours. I kind of figured that.

"So, who gets this one?" asked Marcus endearingly, holding up the last cookie between us.

I raised my eyebrows challengingly.

"I'm not going to let you have it without a fight!" he understood the expression on my face.

I grabbed for the cookie, but his hand had disappeared behind his back ...

A short dramatic pause, in which I looked at him threateningly ...

As fast as I could, I threw myself at him, but he had apparently seen it coming. He rolled onto his back and held his hand with the cookie far above his head. I stretched to be able to reach it, but he stretched as well. With one arm around me, he tried to pull me away from the delicious trophy, but I braced myself with not too much force – it would be boring otherwise - against it and slid inch by inch closer and closer to the chocolaty prize. I reached it when I felt soft lips in my, in itself, already deep cleavage.

Marcus dropped his hand weakly to the floor and his body tension was gone.

Mine, too. I had stretched myself further and further to the cookie and thereby not even thought about the fact that my décolleté also slid higher and higher. Until finally it was right above him. And by the fact that we lay on top of each other, my thin top remained as far down as it was originally. I had really pressed my bosom in his face.

And Marcus commented on it with his glowing lips on my now quivering skin.

I supported myself with my hands on the padded floor. Just enough so that I didn't crush Marcus, but he could still keep kissing. I closed my eyes with pleasure and let the pleasant tingling sensation work on my skin.

His hands slid to my sides, gently stroking along them over my back. So gently, as if my soul was being caressed. I did notice how he pulled me excitingly against his pelvis at his hips, but only when his lips reached mine and he sat up, I got a little environment with.

Only so much to take note benevolently that we were alone. And would remain alone. And I was sitting right on top of my boyfriend. In one of the most beautiful places I knew.

I looked into the black diamonds of his eyes, in which I was sure to see the same desire as I felt slowly flaring up inside me.

We smiled as my top landed next to us.

It felt incredible how he played at the border between skin and bra. As if by chance, his fingertips or his lips passed my erect breasts, with which he made me sigh again and again, driving me more and more out of my mind.

I involuntarily held my breath and looked Marcus in the sparkling eyes as his hands met at my back and the pressure of my bra eased. His sensitive hands wandered over my skin and his mouth accompanied them carefree.

I threw my head into my neck appreciatively, quivered inwardly, breathed heavily and cuddled everything I could reach from Marcus, while I was kissed, caressed, pinched and played around everywhere.

I felt like I was in heaven.

But I was also eager to explore his body.

So, I collected my mind a little bit again. Just enough so that I could pull Marcus' T-shirt over his head.

I sat on his lap, but was unfortunately too high to reach him greatly. So, I pushed him back to the floor and began to caress over his belly.

His skin didn't just look like caramel. It tasted like it, too. But maybe I was just imagining it.

I traced the discreet muscles that could not be overlooked even when lying relaxed. I continued to work with abandon over his entire upper body, kissing over his smooth skin, but then arrived at my intended destination.

Carefully I pushed my fingers to his piercing and played with it. I leaned forward and kissed his piercing. Played around it with my tongue, nibbled gently.

Marcus visibly enjoyed it. An enraptured smile was on his mouth while he sighed to himself with closed eyes.

"You like that, mmm ...?" I asked teasingly. Like he had asked me it in the park.

His eyes opened a little and his smile swelled a little.

Not the only one, by the way, that has been swelling all the time.

"Oh yes!" he confirmed in a hoarse voice.

He put one arm under his head to get a better look at me, while one hand tenderly rested against my cheek.

I propped myself up on the blankets with one hand, the other continuing to hog the piercing. For a little while we looked at each other. His fingertips caressed, mine played.

He seemed to think this situation was unfair perhaps.

So his fingertips traveled down my neck, made a swerve over my shoulder and dipped lower until he arrived on my aroused nipple.

Now we were both playing.

He gently pinched my nipple. It didn't hurt, rather the opposite, but I still winced.

I stuck my tongue out at him, but made it equal.

Played upset, he sat up, wrapped his arms around me, and before I knew it, he was on top of me, glaring at me.

With a never-ending passionate kiss we 'rebuked' each other. He let himself fall a little on me. I wrapped my legs around him, clawing into his hair. His center pressed against me and became more and more pronounced.

Our breathing became more frantic the more we rubbed against each other. We moaned into our kiss.

And I wanted more ! My hands purposefully sought their way to that more. On the way they paid due attention to his piercing, but they went deeper. Until they reached his jeans. His manhood pressed considerably against the fabric, and I put my fingertips ...

"Please don't, Leah," he suddenly murmured into our intense kiss. "I'm afraid I won't be able to remember that such a thing as condoms exist for long enough!"

I slumped down a bit.

I didn't want to stop right damn now! But Mom's words from her sex education talk just rushed through my head, seeking attention: Diseases, children. In that order. Shit!

I took a deep breath to be able to think clearly again.

Marcus did the same and looked me almost apologetically in the eyes. He lay down next to me while I put my hands in front of my face.

I was ... angry. Not at him, because he was right. Sex without contraception - neither from children nor from diseases - was irresponsible at our age. Also in our situation. After all, we were still quite young and really not together for any appreciable length of time. Whether it would last with us, no one could know for sure. A child together - now mind you - could ruin our entire future. Or we could get infected with something. Aids, hepatitis, and what not there was everything else. Admittedly, this was all a bit melodramatic now and all also the worst-case scenario, but I needed an incentive to cool down.

So, there we lay. Both bare-chested, both of us burned for more, both of us said nothing, both of us didn't look at each other either.

Then Marcus turned on his side, propped his head on one bent arm, and took my hand, pressing a gentle kiss to its back.

"I wasn't expecting this here," he apologized for being unprepared.

"Me neither," I admitted. With Ben, it had taken me half a year to get to that point, and Jake and Becky were generally not a benchmark. With them everything had been clear after two days and their night on the shore of the lake, only another three days later, was like a final sealing of their indescribable love.

"Jake!" I then suddenly remembered.

Marcus looked at me.

"How can you think of your brother now, please?" he asked, confused.

I said nothing, got up and went to the dresser. I jitterily searched the inside, opened boxes and cans ...

Bingo! I knew he had condoms ready lying everywhere.

I took the box and threw the entire contents towards Marcus.

Roughly estimated about twenty small crackling foil packaging.

"I already mentioned that I like Jake, didn't I?" said Marcus, smiling audaciously.

Quickly I was back with him and to rekindle the exciting fire was not difficult for both of us.

Our love play became passionate and persistent. There was nothing left of initial timidity or caution. The crackling of the condom packs echoed softly as a substitute for our mutual silent consent.

Every part of my body was pampered extensively and devotedly. Just like every imaginable place of this intoxicating man. My mind had left the attic and I gave myself solely to these sensations. I staggered under this sensory overload.

Then I couldn't take it anymore.

Marcus lay sideways to me on the many blankets, kissing me excitingly and his playful fingers massaging my middle. I let go of his manhood, groped blindly around me, reached for the nearest condom and tore it open voluptuously. I tried to put it on him myself, whereby his eyelids fluttered - as if they were escaping reality.

It was dreamlike. Unbelievable. Beguiling. Hot!

I didn't know exactly where up or down was. It didn't matter as long as this feeling didn't stop. It burned and tingled inside me. Hot and cold shivers alternated on my skin and made me shiver. My heart rolled over, my hands clawed into the blankets, my back arched. I realized that the wave of euphoria would overtake me very soon.

Marcus, who had 'fought' for the upper hand again and again in the meantime, lifted me up against his upper body and kissed me idolatrously. So, I squatted on him, seemed to feel him even deeper inside me. Completely dazed, I experienced the fantastic explosion, with which everything inside me contracted ecstatically. Our glowing kiss did not end, but accompanied some fiery isolated aftershocks, until my insides were slowly ready to calm down.

He gently laid me back on the blankets and pillows, pulled out of me and set the knotted condom aside before kissing over my stomach up my front. Visibly out of breath, but with an enchanted gaze, he arrived at my actually slightly swollen lips.

"You're a wildcat!" he stated breathlessly.

"You should have guessed!" I said, chuckling into our kiss.

"I guess so!" he chuckled as well.

It took a while for my heart to return to a normal pace as well.

We lay close together, gently caressing and lightly kissing each other, both beaming excessively.

And shared the last cookie with each other.

Until my cell phone beeped.

I rolled away from Marcus to reach the phone, but he came behind.

A message from Jake.

He just wanted to let it be known that he was running back home with Becky before the next rain shower came.

"I don't want to leave yet," Marcus said, kissing over my shoulder. "I want to enjoy a little more that I get to love the most exciting woman in the world!"

I threw my phone aside and kissed him stormily, with which he lay on his back again. I laughed at the countless crackling condom packs that he buried under him with it.

"Jake has built up quite a stash," Marcus complained as he plucked some off his back.

I helped him with that.

"He probably has them stashed in all sorts of places. For emergencies!"

"Well, if that wasn't an emergency!"

I nodded in agreement. Then I clapped my hand against my forehead.

Noisily.

"We could have done without them!" I just remembered.

Marcus grimaced uncomprehendingly.

"I am a wolf. I can't have children!" I said lightly, making fun of myself for forgetting that.

Marcus' eyes widened.

"Oh ... Leah. I'm sorry!" he murmured regretfully, kissing me on the forehead and pulling me comfortingly against him.

I had to chuckle, unfortunately.

"Don't panic! ... Only as long as I phase regularly," I explained immediately.

He breathed in relief.

"Do you wish to have children? ... Someday, I mean, of course?", I asked.

"I never thought about it."

"Because of your father, perhaps?" I asked cautiously. I still had no precise idea what Marcus' childhood and youth had actually been like. Only now and then there were hints. He always seemed very weak in these moments, but it was always only brief. However, it was, he seemed to have somehow come to terms with it. Besides, I didn't want to press him to tell me about it.

"He would be more of a reason to have children. To show him that there is another way!" he smiled at me, but it was not real.

I kissed over the corner of his mouth, which he had forced up .

But his expression quickly softened. Like cream caramel.

"And you? ... Do you want children?" he ran with his fingertips along my chin.

"Yes. At least two! And I am a twin. The chance that I will also have twins is high!" I warned him in advance.

He laughed dazzlingly.

"But as long as I am a wolf, it is not possible. And as long I do I can't get sick anymore either! So, you could also not infect yourself with anything or something," I said further.

"Maybe so," he said after a moment's consideration.

His eyebrows drew up challengingly.

I inclined my head in a prompting manner.

"With rabies!"

Before my hand could slap forcefully against his torso, he caught my hand in midair and his lips crashed down on mine instead.

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