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"Kiss me. Trust me, men love this."
It's really the only warning she has before Daniella's lips are on hers, insistent and messy. It's uncomfortable and the point of Daniella's nose is stabbing into her cheek; honestly it's been years since Rose has been kissed with such intensity, and if she closes her eyes she can almost imagine she's somewhere else, with someone, anyone else. But Daniella's hands tighten on her jaw, pulling her closer as she tries to squirm away, keeping her mind in the present and her thoughts on the damnable woman with soft lips and inescapable hands.
Like steel, she thinks.
Daniella's kisses burn her cheeks, her neck, those steel hands wandering her body, hitching her leg up and Rose feels something start to burn in her chest too.
The moment ends when that damn redneck, the reason they are stuck in this position, Rose reminds herself, sends a bullet through his finger and half the digit threading into Daniella's hair.
Well.
They take the chance to run, and Rose pretends that the way her heart hammers beneath her breast is because of adrenaline and not, definitely not because of the damnable woman trailing behind her. Definitely not.