“You have a view of my place,” I murmur. “Yes.” A snowflake falls on his lashes, and he blinks it away. “Can you see my window?” He laughs softly. “It’s too far to see anything except for the light. But I can see that, and sometimes I just stand here, knowing you’re over there.” A smile expands across my face as I rest my forearms on the railing, brushing off the thin layer of snow. “That’s stalkerish of you.” “It is.” He drags in a slow breath, stepping behind me, hands landing on either side of the railing, lips close to my ear, his chest to my back. “I’m absolutely guilty of looking for
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