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Sweet Torture
A small smile spread on my lips as I moved further, my hands reaching up to his neck. I let my fingers slowly caress his wound, my lips parting under the heat of the shower and the heat of his skin. "I am sorry," I whispered, running my hands down to his shoulder. "For what?" We were talking in slow whispers, like someone was lurking out there, waiting to break us apart. And maybe they were. Maybe someone was out there. Maybe he was wrong about being able to break us apart. "Getting you wounded." He slowly brought his hand to push my hair back, his eyes darting across both of us. "I would do it again for you." I ran my hand down to his chest. "And you don't believe that I would want to do the same for you?" He shook his head, his hand slowly wrapping around my waist as he brought m
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