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... piraling through my body, tightening low in my stomach. I could feel his restraint slipping with every movement, tension coiling in his muscles, in his voice, in the way his hands gripped my waist like he needed me close—closer—closest.
"Look at me," he whispered.
I lifted my gaze, and the second our eyes met, the world outside the unfinished lighthouse disappeared. It was just us. Just this impossible pull that had always existed between us, from the very first day on this islan ...
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