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Her fingers started playing with his hair, and he pressed himself in even closer to her. His lips parted as she started nibbling on his bottom lip. He allowed his tongue to run over her lips, pulling her in as close as her could. He remembered reading somewhere that kissing had the same effect on the brain as certain kinds of drugs. And he could believe that. When they were this close, he didn't feel like he needed to pass out on the couch for an hour or so as his body got the fix of whatever was in his sleeping pills. He didn't feel like he needed his anxiety pills, because he wasn't afraid when he was with her.