“I need to ask you something.” Eamon’s voice lowered. “What?” He set his forehead against mine, holding me there. “Do you remember me?” He asked the question like he was scared. Like I had an answer that could destroy him. “I don’t mean do you have memories of us. I mean, do you remember me.” I nodded, and he exhaled, like it was the first time he’d been able to breathe since I’d left. “I do,” I whispered. He caught my mouth with his, making the space between us come alive, and I melted into him. There was only the burn of his fingers. The heat of his breath. The feeling of his teeth grazing
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