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“No mate.”
My heart stutters.
“No lover.”
How the hell—
“There's no one, Agatha.”
His voice drops.
Rough.
Almost tortured.
“No one but you.”
Everything inside me stops.
“We barely know each other.”
Something flashes across his face. Gone too quickly for me to understand.
“I know enough.”
“Grimm—”
His hands come up.
Big.
Rough.
Warm.
He catches my face between them.
And then he kisses me.
And, oh.
Oh my Goddess.
For half a second, I'm too stunned to move.
Then I melt.
Completely.
Utterly.
My hands grab the front of his suit. His mouth moves over mine, and every thought in my head disappears.
Right now, there is only Grimm.
His hands on my face.
His body against mine.
