Oh Merlin.

Any talent Sloane had for kissing had to come from her experience with Cameron. (Where was he?! Why wasn't he interrupting this so that he could kiss Sloane under the mistletoe?!) Her cheeks were flaming as red as her hair as she stared down the few inches at Sloane. A quick peck, as meaningless as kissing one's sister.

Oh Merlin.

"Alright," she consented, though she continued to remain frozen in place.

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