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Micah has done the exact opposite.

Every step of the way, he's let me decide.

Whether to stay here.

Whether to trust him.

Whether to leave.

Whether to touch him.

Maybe it's my turn.

My heart pounds so hard I'm certain he can hear it.

I wet my lips.

He notices.

His gaze follows the movement.

Those beautiful blue eyes darken.

His lids drift lower.

I swear I hear the faintest rumble deep in his chest.

Not quite a growl.

Not quite a sigh.

Something in between.

Encouragement maybe.

Or hope.

I smile before I can lose my nerve.

Then I rise onto my tiptoes.

Close the last inch between us.

And I mash my mouth to his.

Chapter 18-Micah

Fuck.

God.

Yes.

She is kissing me.

Really kissing me.

And I swear I could go off like a rocket from that alone.