[The kiss is broken with an entirely embarrassing sound somewhere between a gasp and moan, that jerk on her hair heating her face up and sending a spike of arousal through her. Head tilted wherever Alina wanted it, Ianthe's breathing was ragged and her eyes half-closed.
Where were they? Fuck, she couldn't remember, didn't care. It didn't matter. Cinching her arms to support Alina, she sought out a wall or counter to lean back against.]
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Where were they? Fuck, she couldn't remember, didn't care. It didn't matter. Cinching her arms to support Alina, she sought out a wall or counter to lean back against.]