His expensive cologne was only a spicy thread, like a scent that had wafted into a room from somewhere else in the house. Charles’s lips were warm and firm despite the fact she’d surprised him. After a second, his arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He kissed her back, deeply, almost reverently, as if he’d been dreaming of this for a hundred years. His kiss was delicious and decadent, like the sweet, rich cannoli he’d ordered for them at that restaurant for lunch. But he wasn’t from her world and she’d never belong to his. She shouldn’t do this. What was she doing? She pulled away from him, reluctantly. But his arms wouldn’t let go and still held her tight. She met his eyes. It was like diving into a warm Jamaican sea. The current was his arms, tightening around her. He dipped his head to kiss her again … She grit her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and pushed away from him until she had the safety of two feet of space between them. Then she turned and walked away.
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