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His left hand was still cupping my breast, gently massaging it but I couldn’t focus on it as the knife was what I was hoping he’d move away from me.

It was scarier than his hand touching me, and the words he spoke didn’t make this situation easier on me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Fennec.”

“I’ll show you. And you’ll remember.”

Finally, he put the knife away, and with both his hands next to my head, he leaned over me.

I watched him as he moved closer again, his face inches away from mine. “You have to close your eyes,” he demanded.

It all still felt like a fever dream.

This wasn’t actually happening, right?

“Close them, Vespyr.”

I did, and before I could even fathom what was happening, I felt his lips against mine.

He had never kissed me before, other than in that one dream I once had. I surely would’ve remembered. This wasn’t something we had done when we were little, but if he was telling the truth…it was innocent.

We were kids, and kids did stupid things sometimes.

We weren’t children anymore though, and as wrong as this should’ve felt, I’ve never felt anything more powerful and intense before.

His lips started to move against mine, and while he knew exactly what he was doing, I was trying to figure out how kissing worked.

No one had ever wanted to kiss me.

The warmth of Fennec’s lips made me feel relaxed, and all the uneasiness I had felt because of his knife running along my skin washed away immediately.

How could something so twisted ever feel like it’s meant to be normal?

Maybe it was the way we grew up.

We were different from everyone else, and maybe I had to realize that this was normal for us.

Fennec must’ve already realized it, so now it was my turn.

As his tongue touched my bottom lip, my body tensed and my hands fisted.

“Open for me, Ves. Let me taste you like I’ve tasted you when we were younger,” he whispered.

I wasn’t awake.

These kinds of dreams only ever happened here in the forest, never at home.

I’ve dreamed about him kissing me before, and although it had felt real at the time, I woke up all alone in the treehouse, with Fennec nowhere to be seen.

Then again, my dreams had always felt like fever dreams.

So realistic and strange, yet intriguing.

And Fennec kissing me wasn’t scaring me or making me uncomfortable at this point.

I parted my mouth for him, letting him move his tongue between my lips and flick it against mine.

He gently pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth, letting it twirl around my own as the taste of him covered me.

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