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continued to press his lips against my skin as the surges of excitement pumped through me. He wasn’t stopping and neither was my heart.
    Cohen said nothing; he just sat there with my hand enclosed in his. My heart still beating so fast my blood was running a marathon through my veins. Everything inside of me pulsed and grew until I could feel the emotional pressure push against me, warning me of some internal implosion that was about to occur.
    I don’t know if it had been one minute or twenty, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t wait. I didn’t care about friendships and “friend-zones” and loss. I cared about Cohen and how his touch made me feel alive; how everything in me felt like it was on fire.
    I cared about how I needed him right then.
    I didn’t say a word; I didn’t wait for my mind to talk sense into me, to beg me to stop. I just moved, leaning into him until I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. The heat pushing me over the edge as I was lost. There was no stopping me. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his.
    The gentle pressure of my lips against his was a pulse of white hot desire through my body, my entire soul breathed out in joy at the touch, as if I had been holding a deep breath of expectation for years and I didn’t know it. I wasn’t the only one.
    I had expected him to pull away, but he didn’t. He leaned in, his lips pressing into mine as he kissed me back, as he savored me. His hand moved back up to my neck, the heat from his skin igniting a pleasure to move through me that I didn’t know could exist. I sighed and leaned into him, the pressure of his hand against my neck increasing as his lips parted just enough to breathe me in. For me to breathe him in as well.
    He pulled me into him. My fingers wrapped around the cotton of his t-shirt as I answered the call and moved closer, needing to feel his heat. Needing to feel him. He kissed me like he longed for me, as though he had dreamed of me. I kissed him back the way I had dreamed of doing. With every touch of his fingers against my skin, I felt everything loosen inside of me. My heart rate was a tumult, but my mind was clear and it rejoiced in the dream I was now experiencing.
    My hands moved from the fabric of his shirt, wrapping around him until I found his back where his shirt had already lifted from my desperate clawing. My hand fanned across his lower back, his lean body hot and smooth to the touch. His lips pressed against mine while his tongue dragged across my lips as his hand slid down my spine and the rippling pressure shook through me.
    A deep, needy groan spread from my toes, rippling through my body wildly as my own hands wrapped around his arms in an attempt to bring him closer.
    Instead of moving closer, though, he moved away as his lips left mine. The loss of contact leaving me gasping and panting. My body seized and tightened as I longed for the perfect drug that had just been ripped from my grasp.
    “You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that,” he breathed into me, his words labored as his lungs tried to regulate his breathing.
    “I think I have some idea,” I said, my words separated by my unstable breathing.
    I tried to focus on finding my breath, in making my lungs work properly, yet not really caring if they did or not. My heavy breaths mixed with his and he pressed his forehead to mine. My own emotions remained jumbled inside of me in the firework of an explosion that had spread through me at the kiss. The heat only growing in my desperation for more.
    “I wanted to take you to Sadie’s. I wanted to kiss you then,” his voice whispered against my skin, the heat from his breath enticing me back to him.
    “Why didn’t you?” I reached up, my fingers brushing against the rough growth on his face.
    I asked the question, but I didn’t wait for an answer. I didn’t really care to hear it. I couldn’t help it, I wouldn’t wait. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his; once,