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*Dion*

I remember our first kiss as though it had been delivered only minutes ago instead of years. It had been as brief as the blink of an eye, and yet I had felt as though my lips had been branded by hers.

I had been no stranger to kisses, preferring those that went on for ages, slow and sensual, a feast rather than a nibble. Still, the quick brush of her mouth over mine had rocked me back on my heels, just as her quick jab to my jaw had done moments ago.

Apparently, she is no happier to see me than I am to see...