Page 10 of Shattered Altar (Makarova Bratva Duet)

“Oh, God,” she groans. “I’m sorry about this. You must think I’m the klutziest girl alive.” She looks up and gets trapped in my gaze.

“Actually,” I murmur, “I think maybe you’re doing this on purpose.”

“Why would I purposefully spill hot coffee on myself twice in a row?”

I look at her pointedly. “So I’ll clean it up for you.”

She freezes, but her eyes flash from our hands to my face and back again. It’s undeniable. Even if her brain isn’t choosing these actions consciously, her body is the one at the controls now.

I tighten my grip on her sticky hand and pull her against me. She hits my chest with a little gasp, but doesn’t pull away.

I press my lips to hers. Gently, at first. But as we kiss, Liv recedes into the background and Olivia takes over. Her plump lips soften and fall open. Her tongue darts out, exploring my mouth, confident and eager.

This wasn’t part of the plan.

But plans change.

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