prologue

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once she kissed me,
my heart slowed,

and every muscle
in my body relaxed.

How much I needed her -
it terrified me.

Oh, it terrified me.


His fingers ran through her hair, across her face and stopped at her chin. He closed his blue eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again. He gave her that deep look, in which she lost herself everytime.

"I want -" He stopped for a second. "Nevermind what I want." He stepped back and resumed his firm posture, that she hated so much.

"What do you want?" She asked, quietly.

„You, Nayea." Always you.

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