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Shouldn't Doesn't Always Mean Won't

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The rain had become a light drizzle by the time they’d made it to the mansion.

“You’re all wet.” Angel whispered as he fought the urge to pull her into his arms. Despite himself he watched hungrily as droplets of water rolled gently between her breasts.

He couldn’t help but be reminded of the time when they’d splashed through the downpour running for their lives. Only to end up risking their very existences on a passion that wouldn’t be denied.

They shouldn’t. Not again.

“Angel?” Her voice was husky with need.

Without another word he closed the distance between them.