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... lips pressed against mine again, slower this time, deliberate, as if he wanted to memorize every line, every gasp, every heartbeat, every tremor that I didn’t know I could make. My hands fisted against his chest, trembling, desperate to anchor myself to reality while a storm of something I couldn’t name raged inside me.
"Leif..." His voice was low and rough, a dangerous whisper brushing my lips between words. "Stay with me."
Then, almost effortlessly, he wrapped one arm around my ...
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