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Her face slowly lights up.
“Sometimes, I can’t breathe around you,” he murmurs.
He shakes his head. “God, you’re like my star in the sky, Wendy.”
I wind my fingers down his skin, coasting over the tense muscles, tracing his tattoo, and landing in his palm, unfurling the fist, finger by finger.
I melt into his arms, burying my nose against his chest, breathing in his cologne and even the hints of a fishy harbor. But it’s him. It’s so him.

