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Bonny jerked her head up—looked at him again—and the pain that was inside her today was there on his face; the agony she felt was mirrored in his eyes.

And it wasn’t wanton, or bold, or even particularly brave—because, looking at him, Bonita knew her kiss wasn’t about to be rejected.

Kisses—strange, delicious things, her mind thought as their lips mingled.

Just this delicious sharing, this sweet acknowledgement that was better expressed without words. A kiss that wasn’t about escaping, more about sustenance. A little pause in a vile day—a kiss that wouldn’t go further because for now it was absolutely enough.

‘You and I,’ Hugh said, as their kiss inevitably ended, ‘are going to have to do some serious talking.’

‘I know.’