You're goin' straight

to my head and,

I'm headin' straight

for the edge...

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"Miss me?" She whispered, lips of petal softness, only a hair's breadth away from trailing down his jawline.

He felt the overwhelming rush of awareness, heard the sharp intake of his breath when she leaned in. Her dreamy scent of honey and citrus making him dizzy with want and desire.

"What do you think?" His voice came out more in a whisper, than a challenge.

"I think you should choose your words wisely Kodiri." He watched a smirk, make it's way to her soft lips -- her eyes twinkling with enough mischief.

Overwhelmed with the need...