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growled.
    “ I don’t know you. Don’t call me that.”
    He grabbed my hand and pulled me back on his chest, resurrecting that electrifying feeling of his presence. His body was as hot as summer in Texas, and his tanned skin made me want to run my fingers over it.
    “ What do you want me to call you then?” he whispered against my lips, which were a hair’s breadth away.
    “ I...I don’t know,” I gasped. What was this? What was I doing? He was a stranger on the street, and I was in his arms feeling like he was the only one who could give me oxygen.
    Before any of this could make sense to me, he lowered his head and covered my lips with his.
    It was like the world stopped.
    And I was left alone with him in it.
    He slowly nipped my lips then licked and sucked on the lower one, which made me moan, a perfect opening for him to deepen the kiss.
    This was our first kiss. All I knew about kisses was that they were gentle and tender.
    The few guys I let kiss me were shy, and they didn’t really make my toes curl, but their kisses were nice. They weren't passionate, because I simply didn't inspire those feelings in men.
    Those kisses seemed dull and uninteresting compared to the one from the stranger.
    His kiss was deep, passionate, hard, and painful. It seemed as though he wanted to devour my mouth and leave his imprint on me, like he was marking me for everyone to see and punishing me at the same time, but for what, I didn’t know. He guided his tongue into my mouth, making me shiver and shyly answer his kiss, which earned me another growl. Following his lead allowed me to learn those kind of kisses, and I never wanted them to stop. My whole body was on fire, and for the first time in my life, I felt heat between my thighs, and my nipples got hard from the contact with another person. When my lungs burned from lack of air, he released my lips. We were both breathing heavily, and our eyes were still locked on each other.
    “ Beautiful.” The word was like cold water washing over me, and I was suddenly aware of everything happening around me. His compliment wasn't the truth, and it broke the spell.
    I hated that he had kissed me, but it was hard not to want more. For one damn minute, I believed in magic again. But the real world and memories forced me back from my fantasy world to land on my ass.
    Hard.
    “ I need to go.” I had to get out of there, from him and a situation I didn't understand, which confused me. Everything was blurry, and I just wanted to run away.
    That wasn't right.
    That wasn't me.
    I’d never reacted to men like I did him; I just never liked guys, period.
    Except Jeremy, but thinking about him made my heart ache, so I didn’t.
    I’d already met the man of my dreams and knew he loved someone else, so I had to live with that.
    I wasn’t looking for love. I was done.
     
    Drake
    She was beautiful.
    There was simply no other word to describe her.
    She had the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve ever seen in my life; they made me think of delicious milk chocolate melting on my tongue. Her long black lashes didn't need any kind of mascara. She had high cheekbones, tanned skin with a healthy glow, which made a striking contrast with my own pale skin. Her short black hair reminded me of Victoria Beckham’s hairstyle, but I had no clue what it was called. Her lips were naturally pink and had some kind of gloss over them, which emphasized their fullness. She was petite; her head barely reached my shoulders, and her body was fragile. Although when she fell, I noticed her shapely legs and toned, firm ass.
    My little pixie.
    Like I said, she was beautiful, and I couldn't think of anything else but having her.
    The minute she looked me in the eyes, I was a goner.
    I knew people didn’t believe in love at first sight and thought it was bullshit, but I was always a hopeless romantic. Somehow, I was sure that once I met the woman of my dreams, I would know her instantly.
    That happened with my dad, although the