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... stirring in her chest. His lips brushed against her shoulder, a warm trail of reverent kisses, while his hand swept across the dip of her waist like he was memorizing her shape.
"Why would it matter?" she asked, her voice quiet but sharp with the edge of something she couldn’t name.
Hope, maybe.
Hope that he touched her like this because he knew who she was. Because somewhere inside him, he recognized her.
"It doesn’t?" he asked, pausing, his breath a soft warmth ...
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