And he was hers. Amara felt her eyes burning, remembering the feeling of love and safety she’d felt with him, the deep pain of loneliness that had become her constant over the last few months, her nose twitching. She believed him. For whatever reason, her heart had known even when breaking that he’d not done it out of disregard. And watching him, the anguish on his face, she believed him. But she didn’t know if this meant anything, or what tomorrow would bring. But she knew she wanted him, wanted everything with this man. Swallowing down her nerves, her face still cupped in his large, warm
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