I brushed against him—featherlight. It was barely a touch, but it ripped a hole in my perception of the world and bared the guts of a whole new version of existence . . . Bigger. Brighter. Happier. I wanted to stay right there forever, caught on that quiet yet clamorous threshold, my heart pounding so hard and fast I was certain my chest was cracking open. I knew it was wrong. That I was breaking a thousand rules. But how could something so wrong feel so fucking right? He cupped my face with such tenderness it was like he was cradling a dragon’s egg, and I nuzzled his palm. Found so much
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