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natalia shuts her eyes, the sensation of his lips just gracing her neck allowing her a glimpse, a caress of his soul grazing along her own.
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erik confided mindlessly, pensiveness overruling any uncertainty when it came to baring his soul. his eyes found hers, arms securing her form closer against his chest,
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the stairwell down into the labyrinth, a content hum finding itβs way from his throat.
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β π±ome β makes his heart skip a beat, amber eyes turning incredibly sentimental for a fleeting second. he affords a kiss to her neck, a chaste one to the pulse point he seems to favor, before long legs begin steps toward
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the lightest symphony of laughter escapes natalia, head tipping back a little as her arms wind around his neck. when she looks back up at him, their gazes meet and the hearts in her own solidify again.
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