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She stood on her toes.

He leaned slightly forward.

And their lips met.

Just for a moment.

Her hand rested on his coat. His breath, sharp with rum and warmth, mingled with hers.

Then she pulled back, blinking, cheeks pink.

“You taste like trouble.”

“Zehahaha… you got no idea.”