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Because Alex came out of Reed's office with a bag in his hands. Derek stopped him and began to search for something in the numerous pockets of the bag. And Alex waited patiently, leaning on the railing with one arm.

I waited for the moment when he would turn his head and see me. Ten, nine, eight, seven… Alex looked at me. I managed to see a moment of confusion on his face. Just a second. And then, as if the old expression had been blown away by the wind, he smiled. So childish and carefree. But not with the eyes.

And everything is like the first time. Like those sixteen years of mine. When, putting the pegs for the tent, we first bumped our foreheads, then laughed, and then Alex pulled my face with his hand and kissed it. The kiss lasted for about a minute, until my she-wolf came, challenging his wolf. And then that look.

And at my eighteen. Right after the birthday, when we were alone.

Nothing has changed. We were pulled and thrown back. And the gap between us grew.

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