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Freezing abruptly, he could still feel her scent. Wildflower and vanilla, tinged with the bitter sting of her rashes. It lingered in his tongue; he could taste it, and it was haunting him. He sent her away, but the ache in his chest told him she'd never leave. Or did she?

It stumbled when she touched him. “You feel it too,” she whispered. “I have felt nothing else since the day I rejected you.” Her fingers tightened slightly in his shirt. The heat flared again — deeper now, less chaotic, more deliberate. It did not feel like something tearing her apart anymore, it felt like something binding. She should have pulled away but she did not.

And he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was surrendering to her, even in this private moment. **********************************

She was strong in a quiet, gentle way but she was also vulnerable and made him feel a hundred feet tall. He could still smell her perfume on his shirt from dancing with her tonight and still feel the way her body molded to his effortlessly. Looking down, he realized he still hadn’t pulled any of his clothes off despite turning the shower on. Suddenly unwilling to be parted from the smell of her. Get a grip, man, you need to stop this shit.

It's so similar! "Are you… Really not her?" He spat these simple words out of his mouth with such difficulty. "I'm not," she replied. He suddenly chuckled. "That's right. You're not. You're not..." However, this fact made him feel as if he was immersed in ice water. He was cold to the bone. Why did he feel so bad when she said that she was not her? It was as if his heart was being ripped out of his body. Little by little, he unclenched the fingers that held her wrist.

There was just something about her that he couldn't explain, it wasn't attraction that he felt, but he also couldn't explain the feeling either. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ .

He couldn't touch them and he was frustrated because of that. She was not there with him, but was still inside him.

Her fascination, deep and soul destroying. He turned his black head and their eyes met. 'Why did you come here?' he asked again. 'I told you, I don't know', she looked away, breaking eye contact. It was true. She really didn't know. Her feelings for him and for this place we're so deep, so complicated that she didn't dare to reach down and inspect them.. The knowledge that she had never stopped loving him, that she never would had been enough of a shock. She was still getting over it.

He never did so even on the day they wedded because he hated the fact that it ever happened but now he was doubting himself. There was this unfamiliar sensation that was inside his chest which felt so alien to him. He put her on the ground while standing next to her. He couldn't help but be mesmerized with the beauty that was actually in front of her. "I can do it now," she said. He saw that she was still blushing at him despite what had happened between the two of them. "Let me stay, okay?" He said in a firm tone. He didn't want to leave her as he felt when he carried her that she was trembling. Her body was trembling because of getting exhausted from what they had done.

But what gutted him was the expression. She didn’t look like someone sneaking away after a forgettable night. She looked wrecked. Shaken. Like something inside her had been touched too deeply—and she didn’t know what to do with it. He paused the footage again. The still image of her face burned into the screen. Into his memory. She hadn’t run from shame. She’d run from feeling. He swallowed hard. Because he remembered now—how she’d trembled when he touched her, but never pulled away. How she’d laughed once, like it shocked her. How she’d kissed him like she wanted to stay, but didn’t know how.