Julie Lauwers

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I gasp, climbing higher and higher, and I’m right on the verge of tipping over when Luca’s name slips out of my mouth. It comes out in a whispered moan, so distorted that even I don’t entirely understand myself. But I hear it. It’s the only sound in the otherwise quiet room, and I know that he hears it too, because his fingers stop moving. Shit.
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