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    Their eyes met again, locking in that quiet intensity that needed no words.


    Then she whispered softly, “Dn… kiss me.”


    Christina’smand had a pull he couldn’t resist.


    Dn felt a jolt in his chest, a flicker of excitement lighting up in his eyes.


    This was Christina at her boldest—fearless, daring, impossible to ignore.


    And of course, there was no way he’d let her down now. Tilting his head slightly, Dn leaned in and kissed her—slow, careful, like she was something rare and precious.


    The dim light of the garage cast a soft glow across their faces, tracing their features in a way that made the scene look like something out of a dream. Their lips met, eager and searching, tasting each other with desire.


    They moved in closer, bodies pressing tighter, driven by something deeper, wilder—the need to feel, to fuse, to lose themselves.


    They kept reaching for more, pulling pleasure from every touch, every breath, every second they shared.


    But even as the heat surged in his chest, Dn held himself back and pulled away.


    They both gasped for air, eyes locking—filled with the fire of passion and everything they didn’t need to say out loud.


    The soft light kissed their faces, outlining sharp cheekbones and flutteringshes.


    Christina wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him like she never wanted to let go.


    Her rough, warm breath against his skin set off sparks in his chest that made it hard to think straight.


    Dn’s arms tightened around her—strong, steady, veins flexing under his skin—as he lifted her in one smooth motion.


    Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, her body pressing flush against his.


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    Even through the clothes, the contact made them both suck in a breath—low, shaky, half-moan, halfughter—pure electricity.


    She tilted her head down just as he lifted his, their eyes meeting again—this time softer—a spark passing between them like a secret only they knew.


    In that second, everything else seemed to vanish.


    Christina cupped his face gently, fingers brushing his jaw as she pulled him into another kiss—this one deeper, hungrier, but still impossibly tender.


    They kissed like they were trying to memorize each other—the taste, the feel, the warmth of it all.


    With care, Dnid her back on the hood of the car. As he leaned over her slowly, her arms stretched above her head, fingerscing through his as their lips stayed locked.


    The garage filled with heat and the asional stifled moan that slipped out between kisses.


    Sunlight filtered in through the curtain, filling the room with a golden haze.


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