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He really fucking hated Ashley and what she had put into his head. No matter the amount of data he was working through, THAT kept filtering to the front. Before he knew what he was doing, he grabbed Zizi's hand and pulled her to him, his lips meeting hers. It was sudden and quick, his heart and mind racing. What the fuck was he doing? He was going to fuck everything up. Shit. FUCK. But as the momentum of the initial kiss ended, he realized he really didn't care if he fucked everything up. His mouth slowly opened, tasting her for the first time, craving her more as every second past. His hand grasped the nape of her neck, holding her there longer. He had never had her...never thought about having her...until that moment. And it was amazing.