“And know you have my love. You’ve had it since the first moment I met you.”
She sighed. “I do know.”
“Can I touch you?” he begged.
She nodded, and his hand immediately cupped her neck as his cheek crushed into her head. She held him back as they both molded their chests together. She gripped his shirt as he pressed his hand into her back, holding her firmly against him.
His head turned and he clenched his eyes closed as he kissed her hair, relishing in the smell of her and the feel of her in his arms.
“I don’t understand,” she whispered.
He pulled back slightly to glance into her eyes.
“Who would take the pictures of you and who would send them to me?” she questioned.
“Someone sent them to you?” he asked furiously.
She nodded.
“Show me.”
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