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... ned my eyes.
His arm was still wrapped tightly around my waist, his palm resting against my back as if he feared that the moment he let go, I might disappear—turn to smoke, or shatter into something he could never gather again.
"Are you feeling better now?"
His voice was gentle—soft, careful, almost fragile.
The kind of tone that belonged to someone who had already lost something precious once and was terrified of losing it again.
"If you’re hungry," he co ...
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