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" Leaning across the table, I narrowed my eyes at Connor and muttered, “Who are you, Connor Clash?” He met me move for move, leaning over to meet me. He searched my face a long while before he leered. “Just another wet dream.” His chin jerked. “You gonna think about me tonight, baby?” I wanted to show him I wasn’t scared of him. Sadly, I slunk away at the last moment. He’d won this round and we both knew it. Blowing me a kiss, he winked then sat back in his chair. We openly stared at each other until the next stop. One way or another, I would get to know Connor Clash. Famous last words, if I ever heard ‘em. "
― Belle Aurora , Clash
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" She struggled out of my playful assault. I pressed my lips to her nose then her forehead, her chin, until finally, she begged me to stop. “Stop! You’re being ridiculous. All this for a kiss?” “Yes.” I licked the spot under her ear, causing her to squeak then giggle. And I loved every second. Finally, I grumbled, “We haven’t kissed in years.” “Days,” she corrected with a slight smile. Didn’t she know that her lips were my therapy? “Baby, please?” One last time, I leaned in and muttered quietly, “I need you. "
― Belle Aurora , Clash