When Annie kisses him, it's kind of like getting hit in the back of the head with a baseball bat. He can practically hear the whack as his thoughts tweak, all his skill with predicting people and manipulation tangling up in Annie's taste and the way her fingers grip his neck or clutch at his arms, like she's afraid he's about to jerk away.
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