I smile at my screen as a new message from him comes in: By the way, Harry says hi. There’s a photo of the dog, brown eyes wide, snout angling toward the camera lens. But what makes my heart twirl in my chest is that it’s a selfie, Axel’s lean, muscly forearm wrapped around him. It’s only from his mouth down that I can see, but I drink in every detail. The shadow of the beard he keeps neglecting to shave because he literally seems to work sunrise to sunset, until he collapses in that tent. The long stretch of his throat and the shadowy hollow at the bottom that I definitely have not fantasized
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