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‘No.’ She tugged in slow motion, as if already unsure whether she wanted release or not.

‘Tomorrow?’ He stared into deepening violet and between them the fire flickered and stirred, and the wraith encircled them both.

‘I’m working.’ Almost a whisper.

He stroked her wrist again. ‘Then it must be tonight.’

Huskily. Another brush of her tongue over her lips. ‘What part of no don’t you understand?’

But for Kiki it was too late. Too, too late. He’d touched her.

His hand held her wrist, his skin was on hers, and the two receptors were communicating, entwining like their own matrix of reality. The warmth crept up her body, wrapped around her in tendrils of mist, and in slow motion he drew her forward as subconsciously she swayed like a reed towards him.

His other hand came up and tenderly he brushed the hair out of her eyes. ‘You have grown even more beautiful.’

With worship his fingers slid across her cheek and along her jaw as his mouth came down, and she could do nothing but turn her face into his palm and then upwards. To wait.

As he had with their first kiss he took her breath, inhaled her soul as she did his, and the world—the sometimes comical, sometimes cruel world—disappeared.