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Until Death Do Us Part

Until Death Do Us Part

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Dec 18, 2014
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"Valian," he whispered, leaning over so that his words tickled my ear. I looked up at him and found my forever in his eyes, as I always did. I leaned in closer, away from the chilling cold of Autumn and into the warmth of his chest. His hands skimmed my sides and stopped in my lap where his thumbs traced my knees. I leaned back into the firm surface of his chest, letting my fingers slide up the perfected curve of his jawline and through his hair. He tilted his head into my palm, letting it rest there with a slight smile edging up at his lips. "Valian," he shivered with my name this time and leaned further forward to place a kiss on the hollow of my throat, "I love you, Valian."
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