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Malachi’s POV
She was still in my arms, her head resting on my chest, our breathing finally returning to normal. We were partially dressed, clothes hastily pulled back on but still disheveled, evidence of what we’d just done written all over both of us. My shirt was unbuttoned, her dress only half-zipped, her hair a mess that I’d caused with my hands.
I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want this moment to end. Because once we left this office, once we went back ...
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