~CELINE'S POV~Hunter's lips remained on mine, his hand splayed over my waist as if anchoring me. The kiss was slow, not demanding, not rushed....just steady, persuading me to breathe again. I clutched at his shirt, tugging him closer, wanting the weight of him to press me down, to replace the hollow ache with something warm, something alive.When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine. His voice was low, husky, full of patience I didn't deserve."You don't have to carry her anymore, Celine. Not in your head. Not in your heart."I let out a shaky laugh, half-sob, half-sigh. "Then what do I fill the space with?"His eyes burned into me. "Me."The word was a vow, a demand, a plea. And it broke me wide open.Before I could think, I kissed him again, harder this time. His mouth parted under mine, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made the air between us vanish. My body burned, trembling, needing more.Hunter shifted, his hands slipping beneath the hem of my shirt, tr
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