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... woke up aware.
The morning light filtered through the curtains in soft gold streaks, warming the edge of my bed, but something in my chest felt heavier than the peaceful night should have left behind.
Montmartre replayed in fragments.
The city lights.
Brent’s coat around my shoulders.
The space between our lips that never quite closed.
His forehead resting against mine.
I pressed my fingers lightly to my lips.
It hadn’t been a kiss. ...
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