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“I told you that I had hoped to send you home. To push you away in order to keep you safe. But when it came down to it, I couldn’t.” He reached down and slid his hands beneath my armpits and lifted me until I stood before him. Then he placed his hands on either side of my face and demanded my attention. “You aren’t just on my mind; you own my every craving. Nothing smells as sweet as your hair on my pillow. No wine could ever taste as sweet as your lips on mine. No paltry sunset could ever mesmerize me like the flecks of gold that dance in your emerald eyes. You have become my reason for breathing—the thought of another woman is comical compared to what I feel for you.” His eyes burned my face as they drank me in, then his lips molded against mine. A kiss so deep and devastating it stunned
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