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It felt weird doing this in the Archive, in a dusty room that neither of us had ever been in. The Archivist and Heather could come back any minute. And yet, I craved to touch Asger. His chest was hard against my cheek, his heartbeat a constant drumming in my ear. His shirt was rough fabric, nowhere near as soft as a modern shirt would have been, but it suited him. Rough on the outside, but soft on the inside. He’d already proven that.
I hardly knew him, yet that dream had formed a strange bond between us. It'd shown me a future that could happen if I let him close. In the dream, I'd already made the choice. Already committed to him. Now, I had to decide if I wanted it to happen in the present as well.
I lifted my head and looked at him. He blinked down at me and his lips cur
