He was still a moment longer and then shook, his palms cradling her face, fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, his mouth burning as he kissed her. He kissed her like he was starving. As though he were trying to pour himself into her or consume her. He’s mine. He is all mine, was all she could think. She wrapped her arms around his neck, meeting every caress of his lips on hers. He drew back just enough to speak, his palm curved around the nape of her neck, his forehead resting on hers. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry—I’m so sorry for everything I did to you,” he said, his voice hoarse and
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CRYING FOREVER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
