A Short Story: Without You
When he spoke, his lips ghosted passed her own, not quite touching, but near enough to burn. To sear. To blaze across her soul.
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A Short Story: Everything
He kissed her. Not because he liked her, not even because he’d really wanted to, but because a demon had once told him to try.
A Short Story: The Price
His eyes fell on her, still so bright, and she felt that shiver from so long ago creep back through her. Back through the tips of her ngers and her lips, where she sometimes still felt the burn of his soul.
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