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start.”

When Kiera hung her head, Romi couldn’t take it anymore. She scooted

across the couch, took Kiera’s mug from her hands, and set it back on the

coffee table. Kiera’s hands were warm from the cup when Romi gripped

them tightly. She smoothed her thumb over the knuckles of Kiera’s left

hand.

“We could start like this.”

Romi’s lips claimed Kiera’s and she kissed her ravenously. She didn’t

hold back and neither did Kiera. Romi poured all of her longing and

frustration into the kiss. It wasn’t long until she was fumbling with Kiera’s

shirt. She swept a hand under the fabric, and when her fingers brushed

Kiera’s smooth skin, Romi trembled.

“Bedroom,” Kiera gasped between furious kisses. “Now.”

The words sent a fresh wave of heat surging through Romi’s veins. She

could only nod. Somehow they untangled themselves. Romi took Kiera’s

hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom. Romi wasn’t concentrating

on anything except Kiera. The walls could have been painted neon yellow

and flashed on and off and she wouldn’t have noticed.

She barely had time to wonder what Kiera must think of her tiny

apartment and her even smaller bedroom. Her bed had a brass headboard.

There was only a single dresser and a few token stretched canvas prints

decorating the walls. She only thought about it for a few seconds, in

passing, and then Kiera’s hands were at her waist, propelling her backwards

and thoughts of anything else shut off completely.

It was just Kiera.

It felt like it had always been just Kiera.

Chapter 18

Kiera

Kiera thought about holding back, taking her time, but like the first time

she’d tasted and touched Romi, she couldn’t control herself. Slow wasn’t a

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