Hunter:
God, it feels so damn good to have her back in my arms.
My fingers run through her hair, just the way she always liked.
I can still remember how she’d make me sit down and massage it for her. I’d tease her in between, tickling her until she laughed that sweet laugh of hers. And when I was done, she’d pull me in, kiss me, and whisper how much she loved me.
Back then, Anika loved me as fiercely as I loved her.
But now? I’m not so sure.
Still, I keep stroking her hair, my chest tightening with a mix of longing and relief. I watch her sleeping face and then after several seconds, I murmur, “Welcome back.”
The moment the words leave my lips, her eyes fly open.
Before I can react, she jerks upright with a strength I never thought she had. I still stay seated on the bed.
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