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"Hello Love," he whispered, slowly lowering his hand from my mouth when he was cerain I wouldn't scream. His hand rested on my arm, the other leaning against the door, near the top of my head. He had stepped out of the shower, his hair still dripping wet, his body missing a shirt.
I... I just couldn't believe he was there.
"How have you been?" he asked, letting go of my arm and gently cupping my cheek. His thumb swiped off the drop of water from my lips, is dark gaze slowly returning to gold. "I'm still allowed to touch you, right?"
I swallowed, slowly reaching out to touch his face. He was, in fact, real, the light stubble that dotted hi jaw prickling my fingertips.
"Allister," I finally whispered, and he leaned into my touch, closing his eyes. "You're actually here."
"Did you
