CASSIEMaybe it’s my imagination, but I see him anyway.He leans over me, his black hair falling forward, while his blue eyes soften with something I’m too tired to name. His hand brushes my cheek, and his thumb traces the line of my cheekbone with careful tenderness.Without a word, he leans down and presses a slow kiss to my forehead and another on my lips. The touch lingers. But he doesn’t stop.His hands move over my body, unhurried. He traces the length of my arm from shoulder to wrist, his fingers light against the skin where the ache burns deepest.Zoren cups my elbow, then my hand, pressing warmth into the joints that feel locked with pain. His palm settles over my ribs before moving to my other side. Everywhere he touches, the dull fire eases a fraction, quietening, as if his presence alone has reduced some of the suffering.
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