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... fingers steady at her ankles, thumbs working slow circles as if grounding himself there.
Something twisted painfully in her chest at the sight.
It wasn’t the touch. The touch was... careful. Almost reverent.
It was the way he looked lowered, contained, as if service was the only language he was allowing himself to speak.
Pity burned, sharp and unwelcome. Pity, because he was doing this for her when she had already decided she would never accept his love. Not in t ...
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