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... Hugo’s palm was rough, and I could feel his calluses and minor bumps. Yet, they were gentle and warm and big. Maybe my hand was just small, so his hand looked big, but it didn’t matter.
The difference between our hands strangely fits each other, though. It was strange, but not that I disliked it.
"Ahem!" Hugo cleared his throat as he carefully wrap his fingers around mine, glancing at our hands. "So, are we real lovers now or what?"
Right... Hugo believed we were already ...
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