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... ke something out of a painting—sunlight spilling through the leaves, petals spilling their perfume into the air, and the quiet hum of bees drifting lazily from bloom to bloom. But all of that beauty felt miles away when Jason Asher’s mouth crashed onto hers.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t welcome. His lips clung with a desperate, almost frantic claim, tasting faintly of salt and that sharp, expensive cologne that used to make her chest flutter. Now, it only made her stomach twist.
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