"Dessa!" Abel yells, causing my blood to turn to ice. I freeze, barely able to breathe. “Don’t call me that. Never call me that.” I’m no longer shouting, but my breaths are heaving as I try to find a sense of control. “Only one person was ever allowed to call me that,” I whisper. Abel brings my hands to his chest, and this time I don’t push. "I know," he says softly in response. I can barely comprehend what's happening as he unzips his hoodie, revealing a heavily tattooed chest. He moves my hand, and I try to pull it away, but he holds firm, placing it against his skin. I feel it instantly—a
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