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Chapter 7
Isak pulls away. “Did I hurt you?” “No. My toes curled. It hurt my ankle.” Isak chuckles. “I’m sorry?” “Don’t be. I liked kissing you.” “Mmm. Same.” His voice rumbles around the room, burrows into my flesh and settles underneath my skin. I run my fingers up his arm—loving the feeling of thick muscles underneath the fabric of his sweater, wishing I could tear it off and touch his naked skin—up his shoulder over his collarbone. Gently, I caress away the wild strands of hair from his face, giggling when they bounce back. “I can’t imagine a lawyer with hair like this. A knight in shining armor, yes. Or a tragic hero standing on a cliff high above the sea, gazing out over the water with sad eyes, pining for his long-lost lover while his angelic hair dances around his face.” Isak smiles at
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