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... the moonlit forest. His lips still tingled where her mouth had brushed his skin. He touched his neck, half-expecting to feel a burn — but there was only the soft thrum of heat beneath his fingertips.
He should have run. He should have demanded she send him home. But every time he looked at her — the sway of her silvery hair, the way the forest seemed to part for her bare feet — something inside him whispered stay.
The deeper they walked, the stranger the woods became. Flowers blo ...
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