““Damn it, Gabe." Pagan wrenched out of his hold and grabbed his shoulders. "Tell me what you want." "To kiss you." The words tumbled from his lips, harsher than he intended. "Just once. To know what it's like. What you taste like." Pagan's eyes darkened. "Maybe then I'll be able to forget you." Pagan arched an eyebrow and stepped forward. "You think it's that simple?" Gabe held his ground. "Yeah." "So do it." They stood chest to chest. Pagan's warm breath caressed Gabe's forehead when he said softly, "Kiss me, cop. Then try to forget me.””
