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... ot it made my chest ache.
I didn’t go back to my own room that night.
Moonlight spilled through the French doors, casting a silver path across the dark carpet. He let go of my hand and went to the bathroom to wring out a warm towel. When he returned, I was standing by the bed in a daze, my fingers unconsciously tracing the fading red mark on my cheek.
"Sit down." His voice was low, laced with a tenderness that brooked no refusal.
I obediently sat on the edge of th ...
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