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Chapter 0127

He searches my face. My gaze stills on my forehead where some of my hair has come loose from my ponytail. Slowly, gently, he reaches up and brushes back those loose strands. When he’s done, his fingers stay on my face. They trail, feather light, over my cheek and down the column of my neck.

Then h
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