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And I freaking love it.

I kiss him back, fingers sliding into his dark hair as he carries me toward the door. Then a practical thought manages to fight its way through the lust fog.

“My keys.”

His mouth moves against mine.

“What?”

“You still have my⁠—”

Click. The lock turns behind me.

I break the kiss.

My keys are still clenched in Grimm's hand.

I stare at them. Then at the door. Then at him.

“Did you just use magic to unlock my door?”

“Yes.”

Just...

Yes.

And that is so damn hot.

“You're going to explain that.”

“Later.”

He kisses me again.

Right.

Later works.

He carries me across the threshold. The front door swings shut behind us with another little pulse of magic.

I lift my head.

“What about your driver?”

Grimm stops.

His gaze moves over my face.

Down my body.

Then back to my eyes.

That strange glow burns brighter.

“He'll wait.”

His arms tighten around me.