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... upward, and the warmth of his skin felt burning hot compared to her own.
His eyes were calm and unhurried. They were natural, comfortable, and comforting.
The candlelight bent as if sensing that something inside the room had changed. Shadows pulsed over the lines of his shoulders, and over the slope of her neck. Neither of them moved, yet the space separating them was slowly shortening, slowly disappearing.
Syl found herself at a loss. She had no idea what to say, or what ...
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