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... floor.
Adrien held me like it was nothing—like I hadn’t just burst into the restaurant barefoot, chanting gibberish and waving my arms like a cursed interpretive dancer.
His grip was firm, warm, and utterly unyielding. I could feel the solidness of his chest against mine, the beat of his heart ──or was that mine?── beneath my palm.
The faint scent of his cologne, usually so comforting, now seemed to mock me, mingling with the fabric on me and the lingering "ghostly" sound ...
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