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... to their resort had been quiet.
Mia sat with her fingers still lightly brushing her palm where Stefan had held her hand most of the day. His touch lingered, like the weight of the silver lock they’d left behind, clinging to her skin even in its absence.
He hadn’t stopped touching her since morning.
He’d held her hand through every picture, adjusted her sunglasses once with two fingers beneath her chin, and even tucked a strand of hair behind her ear like they’d been toge ...
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