Her words were growing harsher by the second, and he felt them hit their mark. While he'd hardened some from the young, naive kid he'd been, he'd never been able to quell the guilt from leaving without so much as an explanation. Even without knowing that she'd cared so deeply, it had been wrong...no one deserved that, especially not the woman who owned every piece of your heart.
His response was cut short by the stinging slap she delivered. Redness surfaced to his light mocha skin where the strike had landed, and his eyes widened in surprise.
She was mad...he understood that, and he understood her reasons. But he wasn't about to stand here and take a physical beating from her because of it. Once had been enough, twice was pushing it. Other men may have had the urge to strike back at this point, but he felt no such desire...he wasn't hardwired that way.
Instead, he struck back in the only way he knew how. His eyes narrowed as he refocused on her, and he pulled her close with one strong arm. His lips captured hers in a kiss that was white-hot in it's passion, instantly sparking a need for her that was so deep that he made a low growl deep in his throat.
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