so sweet, and the way she clung to my shirt to pull me closer drove me wild. When we parted, she sat there looking at me for a moment, tracing her fingers over my face as if she was memorizing it. “I’m glad it’s different this time,” she said softly. “I want it to be different.” She didn’t need to say anything more; that was enough confirmation for me. She felt the same. She wanted this to work, even if she didn’t know yet. But to make sure she was thoroughly convinced, I kept kissing her until she was shaking, wide-eyed and breathless. Only then did I carry her back inside to join Vincent on
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