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and maybe she would leave him after this . maybe this was temporary . maybe it was a mistake she would regret by morning .

but right now … she was here . with him . letting him kiss her like this , touch her like this β€” love her like this . )
her moan β€” that soft , beautiful sound β€” sent a shiver down his spine . it lit something in him he hadn’t let himself feel in years . want . but not just want . worship .

worship her ... beautiful natalβ€” magaretha .
she could have had anyone .

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that lingering fear never quite left him , even now , tangled in her arms , drunk on the taste of her .

... but even so , if she was just using him tonight , at the end ... it doesn't matter to him . he wants this , just this once . let him be a fool once more .

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his tongue slipped past her lips , timid but yearning , dancing with hers in slow , aching circles .

he kissed her like she was sacred , like he might never get another chance . because he still half-expected her to change her mind . to regret . to leave .

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pressing again β€” slowly , deeply , until the taste of her overwhelmed everything else . gods , how long had he ached for this ? that question didn’t even need answering . it had always been her . always .
a soft , tentative flick of his tongue brushed against her bottom lip .

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the need in her touch . she didn’t even push him away . she pulled him in ...

his lips moved with hers , slowly at first , but growing bolder with each pass . every breath she gave him , he returned with more β€” lips gliding , parting ,

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( her sighs were like gravity β€” pulling him closer , deeper . each breath , each brush of her lips , undid him .

her hand at the back of his neck , her fingers threading through his hair β€” gods . it nearly buckled him . he leaned into it , chasing the warmth , the comfort

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( when she stole a brief glance at him , she noticed how the color of his face now matched the vibrancy of his scarlet hair . how cute ..

he looked as if he might faint at any moment , and it made her stomach flip , the way he gazed at her . did she really have such an effect on him .ᐣ

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( her forehead pressed to his and his world tilted .

the warmth of her skin , the brush of her breathβ€” too close , too real , too much . it short-circuited something in him , like a fragile wire snapping under pressure .

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gods , he was a lost cause . he was helpless . there was no way of saving him . not anymore . his heart belonged to no one ... no one , but her alone . )
he kissed her back β€” shy at first , uncertain , but growing steadier with each beat of his heart hammering against hers . he poured everything into it : the aching nights , the silent longing ...

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while the other curled around her waist , fingertips trembling at her side .

he would guide her , urging her onto her back with barely a careful push β€” just the suggestion of motion , his body leading hers . his chest hovered just above hers .

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when she pulled him closer , that was when he moved ... it was like the final push for him .

carefully , he began to shift β€” still kissing her , lips brushing hers in short , reverent pulses β€” as he slowly sat up . one hand braced against the mattress beside her , steadying himself ,

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it was a good thing they were lying in bed , otherwise his knees would have given out .

her lips were still so soft . so sweet ...
so incredibly addicting . how he missed this feeling , this taste .

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despite the memories that whispered otherwise . but the second kiss...

when her lips caught his β€” trapped his lower lip with a delicate , deliberate pull β€” he gasped .

a soft , helpless sound left his throat , part wonder , part need .

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they hovered for a moment in the air , tense , lost , too afraid to touch her without permission . his fingers twitched as if they were moving through some invisible barrier between fantasy and reality .

how awkward , how unsure he felt β€” like it was the first time β€”
his breath hitched . his eyes went wide . his entire face flushed red , as if someone had lit a match beneath his skin . boiling . his ears , his cheeks , even the tip of his nose turned scarlet .

oh god β€” his hands . what was he supposed to do with them ?

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he could barely hold her gaze with her so near , and yet he couldn’t tear himself away .

thenβ€”

her lips touched his .

barely there . just a whisper of contact β€” and yet his whole body froze , like he’d stepped off the edge of something immeasurable .

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( her forehead pressed to his and his world tilted .

the warmth of her skin , the brush of her breathβ€” too close , too real , too much . it short-circuited something in him , like a fragile wire snapping under pressure .

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( β€˜ i like it ’ he says . of course he did .. what she was doing was probably like granting water to a man who had wandered in the desert for years . she couldn't deny the fact that it was partially motivated by her own selfish desires ..

but she itched to touch him more ..

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( the moment her hand rose to his face , gently guiding him to look at her , his heart lurched . for a split second , he panicked β€” had he gone too far ? his breath hitched , and he froze , pulling back just an inch , as if afraid to cause her discomfort .

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i could ... i could never ... i could never hold a grudge against you , y-you ... you had your reasons after all ...
i ... i'm sorry , i ...

( what is he supposed to say when he was not deserving of her apology ... ? )
just like how beautiful her kindness was to him . if it was all a lie , he ...

he was struggling with that but ... )

i'd ... i'd never ...
you are never cruel , natalie ... y-you never were , not in my eyes , i ....

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where he had to see her wounds , the damage that has been done to her . when had he ever fallen for her ? the most significant moment to him was ... when she had given him this flower . a beautiful , little thing ... just like her ....

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only to falter , to crumble into silence . he swallowed it back down .

was she using him ? maybe . maybe she just needed warmth tonight . maybe he was a fool for letting himself hope for more ...
like before , like ... back then ... when they were still at that horrible place .

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n-no … no , no , pleaseβ€”
you’re notβ€” it’s not like that . i… i like itβ€”

i meanβ€” i don'tβ€” i ... i ...

( he stopped .

god . he sounded so pathetic .

the realization shut him up instantly . his mouth hung open with another word forming β€”

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his eyes searched hers , wide , uncertain.

but then β€” her voice ...

so soft . apologetic .

and it struck him β€” like a knife to the gut .

he blinked , stunned , as if the words took a moment to land . then his face twisted β€” not in anger , never β€” but something more wounded ... )

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