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Chapter 22: Identity
Amit's POV: Her hand was undeniably hot in mine. I always felt warmth, but this wasn't just heat, this was fire. It pained me to touch her. Nichole's body was sweating profusely, but that wasn't what bothered me; that was just her defense kicking in. What bothered me was her eyes; they rolled and never ceased to rest beneath her eyelids. Nichole couldn't move. She was paralyzed in her position, forever frozen it seemed. I gazed longingly over her tense facial features. She wasn't calm, she was fighting. I couldn't tell if she was winning or not. The thought of losing Nichole after finally claiming her as mine was an insane thought. It was one I didn't want to comprehend, one I didn't want to have, one that could potentially be my reality. Unacceptable, that's what it was. Memories o
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