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... f saliva still connecting us, fragile as a tight rope about to snap. She stayed there, breath short, cheeks flushed. Her eyes avoided mine, and in a muffled stammer, she let out:
— "I... I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have..."
Her hesitation pierced me. Fear, shame, guilt... but not rejection. Her face spoke louder than her words. So I gently took her chin between my fingers and turned her head toward me, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her dark pupils vibrated with a glow I had never see ...
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