I did. As much as I’d fought my attraction over the years, something about Talia spoke to something in me. A kinship, a mutual awareness, I wasn’t sure. But a connection was there, and it had lingered long enough to make a mark. Long enough that I thought about her. A lot. Sometimes I’d go weeks, even months, without seeing her and still felt like I knew her to her bones, like we could pick up exactly where we left off. Any time Leo mentioned his sister, I absorbed the information like a sponge, needing any sign that she was okay, happy. It didn’t help that I knew what she tasted like, how
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