His face hovered just inches above mine, his gaze soft and filled with deep admiration.“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Rissa?” He asked gently, his finger tracing a slow line from the tip of my nose to my lips. His touch sent sparks racing through my skin, making my entire body tingle with excitement.“No one…” I whispered, my voice trembling with truth. A dull ache stirred in my chest, the old pain of living for so long in my sister’s shadow rising to the surface.But that sorrow faded the moment his touch returned. The warmth of his finger erased everything: the pain, the memories, the years of being overlooked. Everything disappeared, replaced by something new. Something deeper. Hotter.His fingers brushed lightly down to my ear, then slid slowly toward my neck. I gasped, my breath catching, thinking—hoping—he might mark me. But instead, his finger continued its slow path downward, finally resting on my collarbone.He never looked away. His eyes stayed locked
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