Once inside, Zayren closed the door behind them, making Sarang frown slightly. “Zay⸺” she began, but he didn’t let her finish. He pinned her gently against the wall and pressed his lips to hers⸺this time, not so softly.
Sarang froze as she felt him deepen the kiss. He held her close, his touch gentle yet certain, and brushed his tongue against her lower lip, asking silently for entrance. But he stopped when he realized she wasn’t kissing him back.


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