Facing the Ghost of Christmas Past

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Julia “Your what?!” I echoed, watching as his grey orbs twinkled with mirth and mischief. He took a step closer to me; he was so close that I could feel the warmth emanating from his body. He towered over me that I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze, my frown deepening. “What are you doing?” I asked, swallowing when he took another step, and I quickly took one back. “I wanna take a closer look at you,” he murmured, taking another step closer to me. “It's been too long,” he added, his tone low and gravelly. My eyes widened when he raised his hand and gasped, ready to take a step back, but he stopped, seeming to think better of it. He brought his hand to his head, dragging the red hat off in one go, revealing thick locks of dark hair that fell in unruly curls over his forehead, ee

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