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s starting t

ime, but something sharper. Slower. Like a man holding a puzz

his silences grew longer. His touches less distracted. He'

idn

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ot," he said one night, casually tossing it

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but his e

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st long enough to send my

lass down without breaking eye c

t a masquerade. The woman who keeps your sec

trying to find the crack i

ht. The room s

dangero

thing. "There's something in your eyes," he murmured. "Someth

everything needs to

ows itself," he whispere

re I could

l, pulse pounding. The truth was slipping. Th

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s sent to

falling for

both migh