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Just like her.

I draw back only far enough for our foreheads to rest together.

Neither of us says anything for a moment.

We're both breathing a little harder.

I brush my thumb lightly across her cheek.

“I'd have gone slow for you, Honey,” I whisper.

“I don’t want you to. Please, Graham.”

And that’s it. Any control I had evaporates into thin air.

My mate needs me. Wants me. And I can’t deny us any longer.

I just hope she’ll forgive me later.

Thirteen

Elsie

Was I planning to jump Graham lakeside, in the middle of the woods, after our first date?

Nope.

Not exactly.

I'd imagined maybe a kiss or two.

Maybe holding hands on the drive home.

Maybe lying awake all night replaying every smile he'd given me.

This?

This was never part of the plan.

But the second our lips touch?

Everything inside me changes.

It's like every nerve ending I've ever possessed suddenly wakes up.

Anticipation tears through me like a bullet train, stealing every coherent thought from my head.

His kiss isn't rushed.

It isn't demanding.

It's careful.

Like he's been imagining this moment for just as long as I have.

Every brush of his lips.

Every slow inhale against my skin.