Triple Temptation
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He nodded, mute acknowledgement of his guilt. He stepped closer, covering the distance between us. He lifted his hand, his fingers tracing the tear from my cheek. His touch seared me, a reminder of a love that no longer existed.
"Then let me leave you one last memory," he said, his voice a growl. "One of what we could have been."
He leaned down, lips skimming against my own. It was soft, gentle, a farewell. I left my eyes closed, savoring it for the moment. The warmth of his lips. The scent of him, the scent of my alpha, familiar and comforting. The love. The loss. It was a kiss of loss, of sorrow, of a love that would have to be broken. I kissed him back, a final, desperate good-bye kiss