Joey | Fiction.and.Friction

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“Darby,” he rasps. I look at his eyes again. “Do you ever think of me?” I feel my face go red, but not with embarrassment. With need. With desperation. “Yes,” I whisper. “When?” “Every time I close my eyes.”
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