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She blinked. Once. Then twice. And thrice. There was a new surge of feeling warming the pit of her stomach. She wasn't sure if it was the intensity of the look in his eyes, or the taut movement of his jaw as his gaze keeps dropping to her parted lips. Heck, she didn't even know if it was the way his adam's apple kept bubbling up and down as he swallowed continuously. She had no idea what she was doing. Or why. But as she stood right before him, his hot breath fanning her face, Regina knew she did the right thing. And as much as he needed a shoulder to cry on, she needs one as well. And what better shoulder to cry on than the wide shoulders of Balthazaar? "Do you think my shoulders are wide enough for you, Balthazaar?" She asked, softening her voice even more. It was like something had
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