EZRAN’S POVWe stumbled inside without breaking apart, Lucian kicking the door shut behind us, his hands framing my face like he was still afraid I might disappear if he let go for even a second.“I’ve been so miserable without you,” he murmured against my lips, punctuating the words with another kiss, slower this time. “Every message unanswered and every call unreturned made me think I had lost you.”“You didn’t lose me.” I clung to the front of his shirt, still shaking slightly. I didn’t think whether it was from the fever or the overwhelming relief of finally being back in his arms.“I just needed time to think. I’m really sorry it took this long.”His hands trailed down to my shoulders, and he suddenly stilled, his brow furrowing as his palm pressed against my forehead properly.“Ezran, you’re burning up.”I forced a smile. “I’m fine.”“You are not fine. It feels like you’re on fire.” Genuine alarm crossed his features now, all traces of the earlier desperate relief hardened. “Wha
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