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Melody “Yours.” He agreed, putting his hand over hers, holding it there. She could feel his heart beating. Her eyes met his gaze. She didn’t mean to let him hear her. There was a reason that she hadn’t spoken to him in all that time. His dark eyes were so full of intensity it scared her a little. She looked away, pretending that her attention was drawn elsewhere. Even she had to admit that the town was pretty, almost picturesque. Denys held her hand securely and he started to move, pointing out little niche shops as they passed them. His words in the woods had touched her, but he was right. She wasn’t good enough. She never would be. He was so beautiful and pure, and she was tainted. She couldn’t even speak. She couldn’t tell him why she wasn’t good enough for him, then she realised. Ev
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