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~Rowan's POV
Belinda's lips were soft. Warm. They tasted like trouble, the kind you knew you shouldn't want, but you craved anyway, because once you got a taste, you knew you'd never stop.
Kael's hand was on her waist, pulling her closer. Mine was on her cheek, my thumb brushing the corner of her mouth as if I could memorize every inch of her face through touch alone. The world outside this moment didn't matter. It was just us, the heat of her breath, the press of her lips, the faint, dizzying scent of her perfume that had me losing my mind.
And Belinda… Belinda kissed us both back like she'd been waiting for this. Like every lingering glance, every sharp word she'd ever thrown our way, had been building to this exact second.
