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        Shelookedathim.

        Afaintsmilecurvedhermouth—notmocking,notplayful,butquiet,unreadable.

        Slowly,deliberately,sheclosedthedistancebetweenthemagain.

        InJulian''swideeyes,surpriseshimmeredlikeastruckmatch—onlytosoften,blossomingintoawarmthsodelicateitunraveledfear.

        Theirbreathsmetagain.Intertwined.

        Reyaclosedhereyesandpressedherlipstohis.

        Well,whatpassedforlips.

        Juliandidn''treallyhaveany,justaseamwheretheyshould''vebeen.

        Thefirstcontactwasstrange—softandalien.Curious,Reyaflickedouthertongue,tracingthebarelypartedseamofhismouth,skimminglightlyovertheedgeofhisfrontteeth.

        Shehadonlyeverkissedtwopeople—SilverRingandCoolEarring—andtheirkissesreekedofsmokeandstaleliquor.

        ButJulian...Julian''sbreathwasunexpectedlyclean,afainttraceofminttoothpastelingeringbetweenhisteeth.Sheleanedinagain,drawnbythatfreshness,hertongueflickinglightlyacrossit.

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