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Ty could feel the shock of the kiss all the way down to his toes. He’d had full-on wild s*x that didn’t live up to the wonder of Mallory’s kiss.
He was supposed to be the worldly one: twenty-one, college-educated (at least partly—not sure why though), and…and…something.
Mallory was just twenty, straight from high school into the smokejumpers, doing her forest ecology coursework mostly online.
Yet he was the one humbled by the fact that she’d kissed him. Humbled and—Holy Crap, Batman—majorly turned on. She had a kiss that didn’t allow him to do anything but feel and give back the best he could. It was the kind of kiss that didn’t allow any chance she was playing a head game—like kissing him at a frat party to upset some boyfriend, or seeking revenge s*x, or…
Mallory simply kissed him
