I wanted to kiss him, to feel the blood circulating beneath his skin. My fingertips caressed his cheeks. His eyes were as dark as they always were. I remember those eyes. I remember their pull, their endless tugging at my heart. I grew to fear those stares. His dark hair was coarse, just like the first time I wove my fingers around his curls
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