It was like she was watching herself, or someone else, from above. The actions didn’t feel like her own. But then again, somehow they did. Like it was some long-lost version of herself. A version that had died many years and paths before. Even so, that familiar sense of ease washed over her. She let her hand move until her fingers grazed against Maddie’s, and she watched Maddie’s lips part as her hand opened. Saff took it, then gently placed it on the back of her own neck, where Maddie usually trailed her fingers over. Maddie’s expression changed in an instant from one of surprise to
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