Still casual, Zelda tilted her head and pressed a soft, warm kiss to Dionisia's mouth. Where Mr. Darrow's face had been a little scruffy, Dio's was smooth, and her lips were a little smaller and softer. Another difference: there was none of that buzzing in her chest and stomach, no drop in her stomach, no electric jolt on Zelda's end.

She pulled away. "See?" Zelda said.

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