And then she reached a hand up, snaking it, trembling around his neck, pulling him down towards her. They met, forehead to forehead, the brushing of his skin soft, the half-light over the stove casting a blanket of shadow over them. In a moment, his lips, the same lips that she remembered from the night before, were hovering one breath away. There was a pause.
A breath, thick with the moment passed between them. And then there was no time for words.
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With a final low growl, Lucas fell into her, shuddering, and the night collapsed into pockets of color, then fading breath, then oblivion.