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“We are of a kind, you and I,” Griffin said quietly. “I think you know it’s true.”

Then he bent his head and laid his mouth over hers. There was very little pressure in the kiss, just a touch, a tender brush. Sweetness and solace. He offered only as much as he thought she could accept and was uncertain from the beginning if she could accept any of it.

His hands slid from her elbows to the small of her back. He resisted the urge to pull her closer and instead let her find her own way into the shelter of his embrace. She edged closer, her mouth parting. He changed the slant of his mouth, licked her lower lip with the damp edge of his tongue.

He caught the scent of lavender on her skin and the taste of mint on her mouth. The fragrance made him think peculiarly of innocence—the taste of things fresh and unsullied.

Olivia raised her hands, then let them fall back to her side. She hadn’t quite known what she wanted to do with them. Touching him, her fingers on his shoulders, at the back of his neck, drifting into the curling ends of his dark hair, all of it seemed too much, or possibly it was that it wouldn’t have been enough.

His kiss made her remember emptiness and longing. It made her think of what she could have in the moment, but would always be denied in the forever. In spite of that, or perhaps because of it, the kiss stirred her….