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Gemma loved the way it felt when he kissed her, and his mouth was hungry and eager on hers. He didn't appear that strong- though when he crushed her to him like this, she could feel the firm tone of his muscles under the thin fabric of is shirt-so it was as if his passion made him stronger.
It wasn't that Kirby was a particularly great kisser. Gemma had made a decision to stop comparing everyone to Alex or the way he kissed, because they would all come up short. But even without Alex in the mix, Kirby wasn't the top contender.
Still, there was a reason that she'd gone out with him a few times, and that all their dates ended up in the backseat of his old Toyota. They hadn't done much more than kiss, and Gemma wouldn't take it any further.
What kept her coming back to Kirby wasn't love or his kisses. Her heart still longed for Alex, and only Alex. But she couldn't be with him, and she couldn't sulk around the hous...