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But here she is.
Her thumb brushes the edge of my cheekbone, slow and steady.
And I can’t breathe.
My soul splits down the middle, and all I can do is stare at her.
Bare.
Unmade.
Hers.
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He’s too close.
His face.
His mouth.
Those lips I used to dream about… and still do.
The rough edge of his jaw brushes against the inside of my fingers, the skin there warm and faintly stubbled, soft in places, coarse in others.
The kind of texture that makes you want to drag your mouth along it just to feel alive.
I missed this face.
Missed how angular and unfair it is.
Missed the way his lashes fan across those sharp, light eyes, like clouds in a light storm, always brewing under the surface.
Missed the mouth that lies like sin and kisses like confession.
The heat of his skin is almost unbearable from this close.
That spicy tobacco scent clings to him like it always did—rich, dark, dizzying.
He hasn’t said a word since I touched him.
Just stares at me.
With those eyes.
It makes my chest ache.
I’ve hated him.
Loved him.
Grieved him like the dead.
But right now—right now,I want him.
Not just the memory.
