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... y air, hoarse, wet, barely more than a rasp.
Thalia’s hands shook against his thighs. Her cheeks were ruined—streaked with mascara, shining with tears, lips swollen and smeared with white that she couldn’t even pretend wasn’t there. She was on her knees. Still trembling. Still trying to drag breath into lungs that hadn’t caught up yet.
He looked down at her.
Not with guilt. Not with satisfaction, exactly.
Just... want. The same want that had been simmering in him ...
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