ELIAS'S POVThe kiss deepened, and the world outside ceased to exist.Rowan's back pressed against the wall, and I pressed against him, my hands sliding from his face down to his shoulders, his arms, his waist. He made a sound, low and desperate and that sound broke something inside me. The last thread of restraint."Elias," he breathed against my mouth.I pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, his lips swollen from kissing. He looked at me like I was the only thing in the universe.“If you don't want to do this…”He grabbed my neck and kissed me again, harder, answering the question I hadn't finished asking.His hands found the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I did the same for him, my fingers fumbling with the fabric, desperate to feel his skin against mine. When his bare chest met mine, I gasped at the warmth, the familiarity of it even though he didn't remember.He reached up and touched my face. "I don't remember you," he said q
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