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... s’s mind was a whirlwind. He couldn’t lie to himself anymore: he hadn’t moved on from Anya. Reaching for her, pulling her close; the raw, simple happiness of it was undeniable. And instantly, it was followed by a sickening wave of self-disgust. He felt like a bastard. His own greed, this endless wanting, terrified him.
What surprised him most was that Anya did not pull away. When his fingers tightened around hers and his arm settled firmly around her slim, graceful frame, she gave a brie ...
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