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She didn’t want to do anything with him anymore – for she knew he didn’t give a damn when he saw she still cared for him. She could feel her trembling knees – his effect on her strengthened as the years went by. No matter how much she tried to stop – she couldn’t. She just couldn’t do it. Even with a bruised cheek, he still was the most handsome man she had laid her eyes on. She tried to tear her gaze on him and tried to ignore her apprehension towards him. She didn’t want him to see the longingness and grief in her eyes – more on the love that rooted inside her for this man.

He told her to her face , and for the first time she saw him chuckled . That was cute ! She suddenly wished he could do that more often. " So, I can't get to terminate the contract ? " His scent was messing up with he head , she inhaled his fragrance and then she realized how much she had missed him so desperately. " Seems you are stuck with me together in this? " She heard him spoke. . " You seems to amaze me. , Shannon ! " He looked seductively at her awaking those feelings he had builded in her .

How could she not care when his sorrow resonated so deeply within her? Memories flooded back—times when they had laughed together, when their bodies had brushed against each other in the heat of passion, and moments of quiet intimacy when words weren’t necessary. He had a way of burrowing into her heart, making her feel things she thought she could easily forget. Now, as she sat across from him, that feeling intensified, a bittersweet ache that tugged at the corners of her resolve. No matter how hard she tried to shield herself from him, he still had the power to breach her walls, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.

He could feel her absence like a tangible weight pressing against his chest. He had wanted to tell her how he felt, wanted to explore the potential of their connection, but now, with her leaving, he felt cruelly powerless. The thought of her going back to her ex made him cringe. He didn’t want her to be with anyone else, but if he were honest with himself, a piece of him wanted her to be happy above all else.

“Hard to shake off.” She kept her grip on him. “That’s not a weakness. Just something that takes time to unlearn.” He met her gaze, guilt filling his expression. “I don’t want to keep living like that.” “You’re not,” she reassured him. “Not anymore. You're healing. That requires patience.” He nodded, though he didn’t pull the curtain shut. That night, even as he held her tightly in bed, she sensed he was still listening to the silence, expecting it to shatter again.

And for a long moment, I couldn’t move. Because even now, after everything…I could feel her slipping away again.

The air around me began to ripple, heat rising from the forest floor in waves. "But I also remember the way we felt when he touched us. I remember the way our soul sang when he marked us. I remember how he held us like we were his world." My lips trembled. “I remember how he left.” "He shattered us," she whispered. "But not the bond. That never broke. Not even now." “No.” "Yes." I turned and ran again—crashing through the fog, through the darkness, through the memories and the guilt and the scent of a man I refused to love but couldn’t unfeel.

My body was still in a state of hunger so deep it felt like my skin didn’t fit right. She had left me like this. And fuck my life, I wanted to chase her down for it. I didn’t even realize I was moving until my hand was on the doorknob. I hesitated. I could still feel her, still smell her. My own skin was stained with her fucking heat, my pulse still hammering from the way she had looked at me right before she broke me. She had been shaking. Trembling so much I felt it in my bones. And then, just like that, it had stopped.

For reasons he couldn't explain, the sight of her resolute escape sent a heavy pain through his chest. Something was slipping out of his control.

I don’t like that she had such strong feelings for him. “I’m sorry,” she says, able to see what I’m seeing and now, able to feel what I’m feeling. “It’s not your fault. It’s how you felt, maybe how you still feel for him.” I don’t want to talk about him, so I temper my anger and continue going through her mind. When I get to the part where she should remember that she shifted, it’s like a concrete wall. She’s either locked down her memories or there’s something keeping her from being able to access them.