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Jazz fought the urge for her eyes to roll back as her knees threatened to buckle

“Hey, what’s this?”

Shit

Shit, shit, shit

Screw rubbed his thu out from her sleeve This time when she jerked her arm away, he released her

“It’s nothing,” she said, rubbing her wrist “Cutout of o”

If he noticed she didn’t make eye contact as she spoke, he didn’t say it, just watched her as though peering through her head to all her secrets Jazz shivered and she couldn’t say if it was arousal or unease The two seemed to run side by side where Screas concerned

He leaned in and as if by reflex, Jazz’s hands went to his chest

Push or pull?

The the for months

“What are you doing?” she whispered as his ainher or the red of her cheek, he turned his head, presenting the side of his face

“Waiting for ive them out”

She should shove him away Needed to make him leave But his face was so close The new beard he’d been working on the past feeeks had started to fill in That rough texture would tickle her lips and be so warainst her mouth Before her brain even had time to tell her to stop, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his cheek in a long peck

“Mmm,” he hummed “That’s nice”

Jazz let out a slow, shaky breath as she leaned away froazes met before his shifted to her erously close Move her attention for just one split second, but it was enough to have her heart skittering to a dead stop in her chest

“Oh, my God,” she whispered on an exhale

“What?” Screw turned, i in front of her when he saw the newcomer “You know him, Jazz?”

Battling the intense urge to run, she stared unblinking and unable to speak

“Jazz?” he asked as he stepped closer