Cherries and Cigarettes; never forget

Cherries and Cigarettes; never forget

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Isa has always lived a small, soft life. Books over people. Rain over noise. She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't take up space. And the darkest thing she's ever done... was lie about finishing her tea. But then there's Knox. A man who walks like he owns every shadow. Whispers like bullets. Eyes too sharp for someone like her. She only bumped into him once. Spilled her coffee. Apologized five times. Didn't know that one moment would change everything. Now he's everywhere. The quiet corner of her bookstore. The reflection in glass behind her. He doesn't smile. He stares. And when he finally speaks, it's not kindness she hears. It's claiming.
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"He looked at her like he just realized what love is." ✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩ "Can I..." I hesitated for a moment, but because it's the one thing I needed most, I pushed through, "will you just hold me for a minute." He didn't hesitate and tugged me against his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around me, and then I felt his breaths warming the top of my head. Slowly, I turned my cheek, and then I listened to his steady heartbeat. I shoved all my fear, my confusion, and my uncertain feelings for him aside and allowed myself to be weak. I closed my eyes, and grabbing hold of his sides, I fisted the fabric of his shirt. Before the tears come, I pulled away from him but he took one look at my face then yanked me back to him. Emotions whirled in my chest, and then a new one joined the chaos. Affection. It's as if he knows exactly what I need without me having to say a word. He pressed kisses against my hair, his voice an anchor that kept me from drowning as he murmured, "It's okay, love." Another kiss, and his arms clamped tightly around me. "You have me."

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