Everything felt so familiar. Feeling Antonin's body pressed up against hers, his hands running up and down brushing any bare skin he could find, his tongue invading her mouth in that confident, infuriating matter he always possessed, brought back an influx of memories and emotions she struggled to fight against. How was it possible that the man who hurt her so thoroughly could make her feel so safe in his arms? It was dangerous to even think about allowing him to worm his way back into her life in such a manner. She could be friendly with him for the purpose of gathering information, but could she really allow him the opportunity to consume her again?