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He pulled back, looking deeply into my eyes, then scanning my face as if to memorise it. Lifting a hand, he tucked a stray bit of dusty hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering down the base of my throat.
"We are all just flesh and bone, Hazel. It will heal. I will heal."
"What about up in here," I tapped my stained fingers on his shaggy hair, leaving my hand snagged in his thick locks, "What about the words that are said, the crushing, brittle tone that he uses, recalling every painful weakness you have. Jacob, that kind of stuff doesn't just heal overnight."
He held the wrist of my hand resting in his hair, circling small half moons on the warm skin.
"That is why I have you, Hazel Evans. You cleanse my soul from that evil piece of shit."
Our mouths collided in a bang of sparking energy, entwinning in the heat of our passions.
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