Chapter 33 Heat in the Hallway 🌶️

His mouth crashes against mine. The impact knocks the breath from my lungs. He tastes like rain, smoke, and copper. I taste the blood from his split lip. I should push him away. I should draw the Glock from my thigh and end this war.

But my hands do not reach for the gun. My hands grip the lapels o...

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