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I kept my eyes on his as I leaned in and slowly, gently kissed the corner of his mouth. My lips lingered on the scar, and I wished I could wipe away the pain and hurt that came with it. I didn’t have that power. This was all I had to give—the possibility of creating new memories to replace painful ones.
King of Envy (Kings of Sin, #5)
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