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Slowly, I traced my fingertips against the contours of his face, feeling like I was seeing him for the first time like I was looking at the face of a stranger. I took his left cheek in my hand and gently stroked the scar that ran down the length of him, carefully rubbing my thumb back and forth against the line of discolored flesh. Rather than marring his features, he just seemed to add to them, making him appear formidable to enemies, yet human and vulnerable to the few people who knew him best, people like me.

He put a gloved hand on the left side of my face and gently stroked my cheek with his thumb the way he was stroking it. His gaze met mine and with just one look I knew what he wanted. His body slowly leaned into mine and I let my eyes slowly close as I felt the distance between us decrease until it was completely gone. I felt more than seeing his lips pressing against mine, soft and warm, prompting me wordlessly to participate and I did. Pressing and pushing my lips a

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