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_______________________________ G x b Eng. _______________________________
The emptiness hit him like a semi truck. But soft, feminine breathing filled the darkness. A scent like paradise filled his nose, settled him. Soothed the pain. His eyes just adjusted to the dark enough to know that he was in y/n's bedroom. That she was lying beside him. Medical supplies and vials lay next to the bed. All for him, many looking used. The clock read four in the morning. How many hours had she sat up, tending to him? Her hands were tucked in at her chest, as if she had fallen asleep beseeching the gods. He mouthed her name, his tongue as dry as sandpaper. Pain rippled through his body, but he managed to stretch out an arm. Managed to slide it over her waist and tuck her into him. She made a soft sound and nuzzled her head into his neck. Something deep in him shifted and settled. What she'd said and done today, what she'd revealed to the world in her pleading for him... It was dangerous. For both of them. So, so dangerous. If he were wise, he'd find somehow to pull away. Before this thing between them met its inevitable, horrible end. As all things in the Republic met a horrible end. And yet Hunt couldn't bring himself to remove his arm. To avoid the instinct to breathe in her scent and listen to her soft breathing. He didn't regret it, what he'd done. Not one bit of it. But there might come a day when that wouldn't be true. A day that might dawn very soon. So Hunt savored the feel of Bryce. Her scent and breathing. Savored every second of it. _______________________________
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