Note: Hello all Levi x Mikasa fans! I'm new to the fandom, so go easy on me! This is my OTP—my muse, obsession, what have you. I've been dying to write something about them for the past while, and I'm finally getting around to it.

*Spoiler*

I'm aware that Levi and Mikasa have the same last name, and it's been speculated that they're possibly related, which would, essentially, ruin this story. However, I've decided to acknowledge and incorporate their shared surname in a way that doesn't make them blood related. Otherwise that'd be kind of gross. Right? Right.

I haven't really had the chance to read that many Levi x Mikasa, so far I've read… 4? Either way, I'm looking for some good ones to read, so if you have any suggestions feel free to PM me and guide me!

Now, a quick disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan (obviously) and this is going to be an amnesia fic, somewhat inspired by The Vow but will not be anything like The Vow, other than the fact she gets amnesia. If this story is in any way similar to an existing work, I apologize in advance. It is coincidental! ;_;

Anyway, please leave a review and let me know what you think. Thank you for taking the time to read this daunting author's note, I hope you enjoy my story!

Mr. and Mrs. Ackerman

Plushie

Chapter 1: Prologue

It was then that Mikasa felt what she had not felt since her parents' death, since she was just a child held captive by her parents' murderers.

Fear.

Fear overwhelmed her as she released the grapple of her 3DMG only to discover that she had finally run out of gas. Below her was nothing but darkness. She had reached the edge of the forest and overlooked a deep trench in the earth. It was then that time seemed to freeze as her body's forward momentum ceased to a halt, and she began to accelerate downwards. Her body plummeted, and she felt the wind escape her lungs. Despite herself, she released a blood-curdling cry.

She could hardly recall what she had been doing in the forest beforehand—she had been chasing, grappling endlessly and leaping from tree to tree as she preyed on a 15 m class titan-shifter. Lance Corporal and a squad of Survey Corps were sent to track a known titan-shifter that dwelled in the forests just beyond Wall Maria. Just moments before, her and Armin had been at the far west position in formation, and Armin had just sent a black smoke signal to alert the others of the titan-shifter.

She had long lost Armin as she began to chase, determined to fight, determined to avenge Eren who had fallen prey to many titan-shifters over the past several months.

However, she failed.

That was her final thought before her body snagged against a flurry of twisted branches. They ripped through her clothes and gear and tore at her flesh. She hissed in pain, opening her eyes to see a mixture of greens and browns rushing past her.

Mikasa lost consciousness before she could even make contact with the ground.

"Just ahead, Corporal!" Armin called behind him. Levi shot him an annoyed look from under his bangs, scoffing as they leapt from branch to branch.

"How long ago did you lose her?"

"Under an hour ago," Arlert reported curtly. He bit at his lip to stop himself from crying. Again, he had not been strong enough to protect Mikasa.

"Halt!"

Armin came to a skidding stop on a sturdy branch, just barely regaining balance before he toppled over. He swallowed the lump in his throat, eyes widening at the landscape before him. Levi landed gracefully beside him. The man took a knee, eyes narrowing as he peered down the ravine. Moss and twined branches cascaded down its walls into the darkness. He closed his eyes, listening intently. There was a river or a waterfall nearby. He opened his eyes again. There was definitely a stream in the trench. He examined the darkness. It was nearly sunset, but even with the limited light, he discerned that the drop was about two hundred meters in height.

"She wouldn't have made it across here," Armin mumbled dishearteningly. Levi looked up at him. The boy was looking across the gap towards the other side. "She was low on fuel… and tired… do you think she's"—

"She's alive," Levi cut her off. He examined the walls of the trench. "The cliff is covered in moss and plant roots. I can haul her ass back up here easily."

Levi lowered his gaze intently.

"I have just restocked my blades as well as my gas. I can retrieve her."

Armin shot him a worried look, "But corporal"—

"Regroup with the others." Levi demanded. He rose to his full height, then shot a stern look at the younger. "That's an order."

Armin furrowed his brows. Finally, he balled his hands into fists, offering a rigid salute. "Sir!"

With that, Armin whirled on his heel and began to grapple from tree to tree. Levi watched his retreating figure with contempt. He exhaled, looking down.

"For fuck's sake."

He released the grapple, and it caught onto the vines on the far side of the trench.

"She better not be pissing herself down there."

The corporal narrowed his eyes and leapt, grappling to random branches intermittently to slow the pace of his fall.

It was not long before Levi could discern a landing. It was incredibly light, with barely enough light to determine his surroundings. Levi squinted until his eyes could adjust. He kneeled in the moss. The ground was cold and damp. The trees were incredibly tall, their canopies responsible for obscuring any light that could reach the depths of the ravine. It was all but silent. The trees rustled in the soft, chilling breeze. Wildlife murmured in the background, and Levi could distinctly hear the sound of rushing water.

It was then Levi noticed a splash of color amidst the dark earth tones that engulfed him. He neared it with slow steps. He kneeled down, picking up Mikasa's red scarf.

Luckily for him, it seemed that she must have fallen somewhere nearby.

The corporal commenced his search, using his maneuver gear to hoist himself into the trees. He needed to find her quickly, but conserve gas. He cursed inwardly. He soared between trees, eyes scanning the forest floor.

After twenty minutes of searching, he heard a distant cry. He skidded to a stop. He braced the trunk, lowering his head as he listened intently.

She was nearby. He swiftly dropped to the ground.

He heard her again.

He followed the sounds of her pained cries and eventually found her sprawled amongst the bramble. Her 3DMG had been discarded and her uniform was in shambles. What remained of her clothing was shredded and soaked with her blood. Her hair was damp and matted to her face and neck. Her expression itself was twisted into a pained grimace—an appearance so vastly different from the stoic warrior that often fought at his side.

Levi scowled, pausing to regard her mangled form once more. "What the fuck, Ackerman?"

She could not answer. Her eyes fluttered open. Her dark eyes rested on his form. He was perched on a large stone adjacent to where she lay. He was looking at her reproachfully.

Was it disappointment? She could not tell. She met his frown with one of her own, meekly turning her face away from his so she would not meet his gaze. "M-My apologies… Corporal…"

She sighed heavily, her chest heaving in attempt to catch her breath. Her body screamed with pain. Luckily she had managed to not break a bone. However, somewhere along the fall her sleeve had snagged on a branch, dislocating her left shoulder. Her arm hung painfully from its tendons, a numbing pain searing from her shoulder. She gasped, attempting to sit up but failing. The corporal watched this wearily, stepping down from the boulder to scoop her up into his arms. She hissed sharply as her arm shifted.

"You look like shit," he paused, adding, "You were injured?"

"It's… nothing," she breathed out, trying her hardest to sound strong. Her voice was thick with pain, her face contorted with feigned calm.

Levi sighed, gingerly readjusting her in his arms. She whimpered, using her good arm to clutch her limp left arm that dangled from her shoulder.

"Your arm is out of its socket," Levi observed. "Foolish brat. You couldn't fall more gracefully?"

"I had p-passed out sometime during the f-fall," Mikasa stammered, angrily berating herself for doing so, "Corporal, I am fine, I can walk"—

"Shut up. Don't be stupid," Levi cut her off, focused on maneuvering through the labyrinth of trees and overgrown roots. "You're injured. You don't even know where. I can't risk you being even further incapacitated. We have to return to headquarters as soon as possible."

"The mission?"

"On hiatus," Levi responded sharply. He found a clearing he seemed to like, and then carefully lowered her onto the soft moss beneath a tree.

"Corporal"—

"I found this nearby," Levi mentioned, revealing the red scarf she always wore. Mikasa's eyes widened marginally, and her right hand reached up, but he stopped her. "We're going to use it as a sling, for now."

Mikasa eyed him dubiously. The corporal placed a calloused hand gently on her offending shoulder. Mikasa squirmed uncomfortably, not sure if she was more perturbed by the corporal's contact or by the pulsating ache in her shoulder. The corporal maintained eye contact, and she felt the fingers of his free hand curl around her bicep. His expression did not falter. With a swift movement, her jerked her shoulder back into place. Mikasa bit back a cry, whimpering instead. Tears stung her eyes, and she shifted away from the captain, eyes squeezed shut as the sharp pains in her shoulder faded into soreness.

She cracked open her eyes. He was still watching her.

She pressed her lips tightly together.

"Thank you," she mumbled grudgingly.

The captain continued to pierce her with an unwavering stare. His eyes were hollow and listless. His expression was neutral—unreadable as always. Mikasa attempted to discern what he was thinking. Perhaps about reprimanding her for her recklessness as always.

"Forgive me, sir," she mumbled, bracing the ground with her right arm and sitting up. She squirmed back until she felt tree bark behind her. Her muscles relaxed. She went limp against the tree, shoulders sagging.

Wordlessly, Levi leaned forward. He gently pulled her towards him. He wove the red scarf diagonally across her torso. Holding her wrist, he adjusted her arm into a makeshift sling. Finally, he tied the scarf on her good shoulder in a firm knot. His eyes glanced over his handiwork before finally settling on her features again. He was examining her.

"You should be fine now," Levi said curtly. He rose to his feet. He craned his neck back. He seemed to be looking for the sky.

Mikasa too looked upwards. Her stomach dropped in recollection. How did she possibly survive a fall like that?

She attempted to move, then stopped.

Her shoulder back in its socket, she finally realized her other injuries.

The varying gashes and cuts on her body suddenly burned. Her legs were aching and heavy like lead, likewise was her chest. Her head pounded, and her vision began to swirl.

Without warning, she turned to her side and retched. She gagged, coughing up remnants of vomit, spitting as quietly as she could into the soil.

Levi watched with disdain, lips curled downwards in a scowl, "Gross."

Mikasa sputtered, wheezing. She brought the back of her hand to her mouth. "Sorry."

"There's a stream nearby. You should get cleaned up," Levi suggested. "We should at least clean your injuries, you're fucked if they get infected."

Mikasa eyed him passively. She could not overlook his expression. It was almost as if he could not stand to look at her. Not because she had disgraced the elite squad, or because she had shown weakness, but because she was dirty. The thought elicited the slightest smile on her face, though it faltered as soon as the pain shook her again.

"Ah!" She elicited another cry. The captain then exhaled, abruptly scooping her off the ground. He lifted her effortlessly by her hips, grunting softly as her abdomen made contact with his shoulder blade. Mikasa yelped, bracing her torso as she contacted his lower back with an unnf!

He had swung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"C-Corporal! Please set me down. This is"—

"Necessary," he snapped. His arm tightened around her thighs, which were bracketed to his chest. "We need to hurry. You've got bumps, cuts and bruises all over you. I'd rather carry you that put up with a whiny gimp."

Mikasa relented.

She dropped her head. She felt a flurry of emotions. Shame, disappointment, disgust, anger.

Mikasa was not like the others.

She need not rely on anyone for anything. She would stand strong on her own. She could fight her own battles. She did not need rescuing. Her job had long since been to rescue herself and everyone around her. It was survival of the fittest in this world.

She would not survive like this.

The welts and open wounds seared her nervous system with pain signals. She watched Levi's heels as he walked. Behind him trailed droplets of blood. Definitely her blood. It was dripping off her person from somewhere, though her senses were far too overwhelmed for her to pinpoint where.

Levi finally ceased his steps. Mikasa attempted to lift her head, but found the very movement daunting. She remained dormant in his arms. Levi gently allowed her to slide off of his person and onto the gravel. Mikasa's stomach churned at the change of orientation. She groggily straightened. She used her right palm to brace push herself up into a sitting position. She regarded her shredded pants. They were white once, but now were a mixture of red and brown. In some areas, her bloodied skin was visible. She frowned, and attempted to stand.

Levi held up his palm for her to stop. He had not been watching her. He was looking at the dark water that rushed by them. It was a small stream, located in some arbitrary crevice that they did not know could even exist. Mikasa hazily recalled the old encyclopedias and atlases that Armin used to show Eren and her as a child. She remembered his face illuminated with joy and awe at the natural landscapes that existed beyond the walls—deserts, waterfalls, mountains, and the ocean. She remembered that they had always wanted to join the Survey Corps so that they could reclaim and explore the world as their own.

But the world had only ever brought pain. It was an endless chain—a vicious circle of weaker creatures suffering in the hands of whatever or whoever was dominant.

Mikasa knew the truth of the world without ever having to be beyond the walls.

Why was she here, then?

Levi had unwound his own white scarf from his neck. He whipped it open, and then strode to the stream. He examined the water with narrow eyes. He crouched, lowering his scarf into the stream. The current flowed through the fabric, and it fluttered listlessly in the water like a ribbon of kelp. After several moments of immersion he withdrew the dripping wet cloth from the water then wringed it thoroughly. He shook of stray drops, and then folded the scarf into a neat square. He turned slightly to face her. He reached for the red scarf that held her left arm in a sling and untied it with a swift motion, allowing the garment to flutter to the ground. He grasped her hand with his cold ones, pressing the cloth to her skin. He cleaned her knuckles and her wrists, dabbing and stroking at bloodstains deliberately. He pressed the cold water to her burning scrapes on her arm, inciting winces and hisses of pain from the young woman. Levi focused on his task. At odd intervals her dipped the cloth into the adjacent stream to wash off the blood, then continued dabbing at her exposed flesh.

Mikasa did not resist him. She sat catatonically still, allowing her captain to squeeze water droplets onto her arms and legs, press the cloth against her open wounds, cleaning them. He rubbed at the dirt stains on her clothing.

He continued to work his way over her body. He started with her hands, to her wrists. He then started over beginning just above her combat boots at her knees. Her white pants were soaked through and clung to her flesh. He pressed the cold water against the burning scrape on her him, greatly alleviating the pain. Levi pressed the damp cloth to her waist, where her undershirt had been shorn by her fall.

Finally, Levi paused, looking up to her wearily, "I'm going to take off your jacket. It's garbage now anyway. We'll just have to get you another."

This brought Mikasa out of her reverie. She nodded numbly, having been too entranced watching him tend to her to care. He carefully peeled the garment from her shoulders, exposing them to be bare. Her porcelain skin was marred with blues and reds. His nose scrunched, and he exhaled heavily.

"You really need to take better care of yourself," he mentioned. He brought the rag up her arms around her elbows, then traced her bicep up to her smooth shoulders. He squinted at her left shoulder, as if to check he had properly placed it back in its socket. He dabbed the cloth around her neck.

Despite herself, her eyes fluttered shut and she relaxed as he touched her. Something about his touch was comforting. She was exhausted and weak. It was a different feeling to be taken care of like this. It was the most peace she had felt since she had begun her training as a soldier.

Levi was watching her intently. He dipped the scarf into the water again, this time squeezing the cold water onto her collarbone. He watched as she tensed. Goosebumps erupted over her exposed flesh. The water droplets cascaded down her chest, taking dirt and blood along with it. Her white tank top was soaked through.

He could not resist examining her shapely breasts through her shirt, including her hardened nipples.

It was a common conversation topic amongst the male members of the survey corps: Mikasa was indeed well endowed.

With practiced discipline, he looked up to her face again. Her expression was completely lax, her eyes still closed like hard buds.

Levi supported her head, gently lowering her to the ground.

For a few moments, he remained over her, face inches from hers. He stared at the region on her neck just below her ear. He could feel her rapid, hot breathing against his face. Her chest rose and fell.

When his gaze flittered to her eyes again, they were open. Her grey eyes gleamed and were widened. Unaffected, Levi leaned down further, nose faintly brushing hers.

"What?"

Mikasa blinked widely. She seemed to melt into the ground. "You're too close, Corporal…"

"Hm," Levi smirked. He flung one knee over her hips. He straddled her, leaning over her with one hand above either shoulder. He lowered himself, chest pressing against her wet one. She grunted. Her body stiffened, and she clenched her jaw.

Her teeth clenched, "Corporal…"

Mikasa's tone was low in warning.

It amused him.

"Remember your place, brat. I am still your commanding officer, your rescuer… Your superior in every way," Levi brushed his lips over her jawline as he whispered in her ear, "You're no match for me… especially right now."

Mikasa gingerly raised her hand to his shoulder, fingers curling around his shoulder blade and nails digging into the fabric of his cloak. He grabbed her wrist and slammed it into the earth.

She squirmed, lifting her knees. He swiftly pinned her thighs down. He brought a knee between her legs, parting them.

A malicious smile danced on his lips, eyes twinkling with entertainment as she struggled beneath him. Her face was flushed. Her full lips were pink and parted as she panted. Her eyebrows were knitted in her panic and her pain. She emitted soft moans and grunts as she writhed beneath him.

"Enough, Mikasa. I'm not going to hurt you."

She ceased her struggling, looking up to him. Her expression was twisted with rage. "I do not understand your games, Corporal. Release me!"

"I hate it when you call me that."

Her expression faltered, but her glare remained, "E-Excuse me?"

"Don't call me that." He said simply.

"…" She said nothing, staring up at him. Her mouth went slack and she stared at him bemusedly.

"Levi."

"Corporal"—

"It's Levi. From now on, you will call me Levi," he narrowed his eyes, frowning darkly, "Do not address me with a title."

"It's insubordination."

He scoffed, "I don't really give a fuck about all that."

She blinked widely again, an expression unbefitting of her. He pressed more of his own weight onto her. She gasped, fighting to free her hands only to have them both pinned beside her head.

"Stop moving. Let me look at you."

Mikasa stared stupidly at him.

She did not understand Levi. Not in the slightest.

The man was just inches taller than her, but several inches shorter than the other male soldiers. He was ill-tempered, ill-mannered, and impossible to approach. He scorned what he referred to as "filth" but bathed in blood with no qualms. He dared to hurt Eren and thwarted her attempt for vengeance. And now, he dared to hold her in such a humiliating, vulnerable position.

But he also saved her life more times than she could count, and recognized her as the most talented of officers besides himself.

Mikasa's eyelids lowered slightly, fists unclenching. Her legs dropped in ease, her chest heaving as she let her guard down.

Levi registered her body language with a wan smile. "Don't take this the wrong way, brat."

Wordlessly, he lifted his body from hers. He situated himself on the ground a fair distance away from where she lay, dumbstruck.

He glanced over to her, then towards the sky.

"Your wounds have been cleaned. We should regroup with the others."

Mikasa and Levi returned to headquarters safely. The castle had been immaculate upon their return, as Levi instructed. Mikasa's injuries were tended to. Erwin inspected her upon her arrival, having been notified that humanity's strongest soldiers were the only two not to return from the escapade. Erwin deemed her temporarily unfit to fight, and instructed that they allow her wounds to fully recover. Although Mikasa resisted and fought the decision, she was sedated immediately and put to bed.

"I expect a full report of your findings in no less than two days," Erwin told Levi, who stood in the doorframe of his office.

"No problem," Levi drawled. He pushed off the frame and began to leave.

Erwin stopped him. "Were you attacked?"

Levi froze. He waited a moment before answering. "No."

"Interesting. So no Titans were there?"

"We encountered no one."

"I see." Erwin laced his fingers together, eyes darting to his desk then to the Corporal's back once more. "You're dismissed, Levi."

"Sir," Levi murmured. He closed the door behind him then stood silently in the dimly lit hallways of the headquarters.

Levi's footsteps echoed as they contacted the stone floors. His gaze remained low as he strode through the hallways. He frowned as he turned sharply, making his way down the spiral staircase.

Levi exited through the back gates. There was a small garden there, as well as a plaque. The plaque was surrounded with white roses and forget-me-knots. Levi took slow steps towards the monument, eyes piercing through the darkness. He could discern the names of his elite squad. There were several memorial plaques similar to this scattered throughout the garden. Levi despised needless deaths and the garden commemorated quite a few. It was important to pay respects to those who abandoned this world in their stead. Levi reached out, tracing Petra's name with the tips of his fingers. He remembered her father's anxious face vividly—the way he rambled on and on. The man loved his daughter. He had wanted the best for her. Levi had wanted to protect her, though he had failed.

Her death would not be in vain.

"Does it pain you to think of it?"

A soft, voice called from behind him. Levi did not turn. "Ackerman. You should be in the infirmary."

She said nothing. Instead, he could feel her presence next to him. A pale, lithe hand appeared next to his, fingers brushing against Petra's name. His grey eyes darted sideways. Her features were illuminated by the moonlight. Her expression was devoid of all traces of emotion. Her eyes were distant, but compassionate. Her blue eyes met his.

"I understand your pain."

"Tch," Levi scoffed, removing his hand from the engravings and stepping sideways, distancing himself from her. "Many sacrificed their lives for the betterment of humanity. They carried out their duty until the end."

Mikasa's eyes shimmered fleetingly, "You are not saddened by their deaths?"

Levi considered her question, and then posed one of his own, "Do you think soldiers should feel no sadness, Ackerman?"

"I know soldiers are human. Humans feel sadness. You are human, so you must feel sadness as well."

"That's fair deductive reasoning."

"It has been accused of you that you do not feel human emotion," Mikasa mentioned vacantly. She held his gaze.

Levi scrutinized her with his own hawk-like gaze. The woman before him… what exactly did she want? Levi racked his brain for an answer, but found none. Mikasa Ackerman posed a statement to him, one he had never challenged. He was well aware of people's impression of him. He was not the hero people imagined him to be. His heroic aspect was his flawless skills in battle. He thirsted for blood and fought fearlessly. He witnessed death on every mission. Though he mourned the loss of his soldiers, no one could ever tell. Levi had tossed Petra's body away without a second thought. Levi followed instructions. He did everything with purpose.

He was doing his job.

"You're quite emotionless yourself, Ackerman," Levi responded after a few moments of silence.

A light breeze sent Mikasa's hair fluttering in the wind. It had grown slightly longer over the past few years, brushing against her exposed collarbone. The long nightgown she wore billowed slightly. Her left arm was wrapped against her chest in a sling. It was chilly, but she did not shiver.

Her lips parted, and she raised her chin slightly, "Humans are a weak race. Emotions are a fundamental source of weakness. I have not abandoned them, but now, I have control. I'm stronger now."

She released a breath. Levi had to listen intently to catch it.

"There was a time before… I had complete control," Mikasa began. Levi frowned slightly. Why was she opening up to him?

He shifted uncomfortably. For an instant, he considered stopping her and ordering her to her room to rest.

But something about the way she stood in front of him purposefully, looking extremely feminine and innocent in her nightgown that silenced him.

"I was just a child. I used to live with my mother and father in a forest. There, I learned how to garden, sew, cook, and live in this world. My father was of European descent, my mother, of Oriental descent…" Her gaze shifted to the ground, but she looked up at him again, expression void and eyes glassy, "Sex traders broke into our home. They killed my father right in front of me, then my mother was next. They wanted to kidnap both my mother and I for profit…"

Mikasa paused to take a breath.

"Eren saved me that time. He found the house where they took me, and killed one of the men. Finally I discovered the truth about the world. This world is cruel. Only the strongest can survive, the weak get eliminated like nothing. The only way I could survive was to fight… to keep fighting. Eren taught me that. Since then… I could control myself, everything. I became stronger. I will survive in this world by being the strongest."

Her last words lingered in the air.

Levi sighed, "We have a lot in common, Mikasa."

He reveled in how she flinched at the sound of her name.

"My mother was a prostitute," Levi mentioned. "I know what it's like… to lose a parent to humanity's disgusting ways."

He remembered his mother in her final moments before her death. Sad, desperate. The way she clutched his face with both her hands. Her eyes had been filled with tears, as she told him those similar words: Be strong, live on. Don't give up.

Levi took a step towards her, bringing one hand to the side of her face.

Her eyes met his, and she asked, "You saved me again, Corporal."

Levi rolled his eyes, "I told you not to call me that."

"Why did you come back?"

Levi stepped closer, "Maybe I wanted to save your ass. Maybe your ass is worth saving."

She frowned at his crudeness.

"I really wanted an answer, sir. What was the point in doubling back to save me? You would not allow me to kill Annie years ago when we were pressed for time. You told me not to lose sight of our true objective. I was curious to know why you wasted time coming back for me, when you could have simply reported back."

It was silent for a moment, then Levi smirked, "Why so serious, girl?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. Her no-nonsense look that she usually wore when addressing her superiors.

"Speaking as your commanding officer, I saved your sorry ass because you are my elite soldier. Your fighting skills are valuable, obviously I'm not going to fuck up by letting you die in some hole." Levi took another step towards her. "Speaking as Levi…"

He drew closer, face inches from hers. She leaned back, but felt herself contact the stone wall. She inwardly cursed herself, pressing herself close against the building. She could feel her heart pounding loudly in her chest, so loudly she worried Levi might hear. Her face suddenly felt like it was on fire—was she blushing? She reprimanded herself—why on earth would she allow this man to embarrass her like this!

She squeezed her eyes shut, and she felt Levi's lips brush against hers. Her blood ran cold, and her heart skipped several beats.

"There's something else about you that I've felt, ever since I first saw you fight. And I grow weary…"—

He grasped her head with one hand and smashed his lips to hers.

"…of resisting it."

End Chapter 1
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