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Something inside him shattered beautifully.
Not once.
The wind moved strands of Sierra’s hair across her face.
Her breath caught.
His hand lingered.
Slow.
Heavy.
Electric.
“Sierra…”
Instead, she whispered:
“Yes?”
Softly at first.
As if asking permission.
The kiss deepened slowly, carrying weeks of restrained tension and lonely mornings and unspoken feelings.
Nathaniel rested his forehead against hers.
“This is probably a terrible idea.”
Sierra laughed shakily.
“Definitely.”
Neither of them moved away.
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