Oz had kissed his fair share of women, but few (none?) had been quite like this. It wasn't that she was particularly good at it. She was exactly what he would have expected in that regard, given her relative lack of experience. There was a spark to it that had been missing before, though. It was like there was electricity behind her lips. He wanted to tear her clothing off and press her skin up against his to see if that was electric, too.

She pulled back, leaving Oz grinning triumphantly at her. "I thought you might," he said. If circumstances had been a little different he might have gloated longer, but as it was he much preferred to go back to kissing her.

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