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SHE CLOSED HER EYES long enough to feel the weight of his lips, and how once before, his lips was the one pressed upon her lips. It flashed back a wave of memories, years spent together.
His embrace became tighter, became longing, and soon enough, she embraced him back. She did really love this person once, she thought, and it was evident in the flashback of memories and a tinge of emotion impressed on her by his kiss.
“Stacey,” he said, “Please, I still love you, okay?” his voice was hoarse and pleading.
“But-“ her voice was frail and small. “Nylon,” a part of her was hindering and protesting, wanting to latch away, but half of her wanted to just ease everything and forget everything about Lucas.
“Please,” he held her hands tight, pressing, “
