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“I want to,” he said raggedly. “I want to so bad, I’m dying for it. Don’t ever think I don’t want to. Just…just don’t ever think that.”

“OK. I won’t.” She nuzzled Simon’s throat, kissed the sharp point of his jaw, stroked his scratchy beard stubble. “So what’s the problem? You want to, I want to. No lies, promises, no illusions.”

His dark eyes were tormented, full of shadows, but when she pulled his face down to hers, he didn’t resist.

They both jolted at the bright shock of contact, and that was it. They were lost, swept away. El wasn’t kissing him, or being kissed. The kiss held them both in its grip, had its own urgent, demanding life. It moved, ebbed and flowed like a dance of sweet, desperate abandon.

She was giddy.