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... ying—he could tell from the way she trembled in his arms.
"I’m sorry, baby," he whispered, rubbing his hands slowly down her back.
His heart pounded, echoing the intensity of her emotions. She was vulnerable—so open, so freely willing to feel everything.
She had missed him, and the thought stirred his stomach with heavy emotion. One he didn’t even have a name for.
"I missed you so much," he murmured, his hands still gliding over her spine.
She raised her h ...
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