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a cup. He came up beside her and took the towel from her hand.
She looked at him, waiting.
“I’m still here,” he said.
“I noticed.”
“I want to kiss you.”
Her eyes searched his, looking for urgency, guilt, nostalgia, hunger without steadiness. Whatever she found seemed to satisfy something in her, because she nodded once.
The kiss was nothing like the first continue reading …
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