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With his every kiss on my neck, our breathing becomes heavier, the feeling between us stronger. A river of deep emotion is flowing between us, and it feels sacred and strong. This doesn’t feel sexual. It feels honest. Like we care about each other so much that the worship we have for one another is running over into the physical. It’s magical.
“It’s you Eliza. It’s always been you. And I know that my love for you started out platonic, but you have owned me since the day we met.”
He glares at me and I think I have a new favorite hobby—goading Nathan Mercer is fun.
