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Here we are again, united by an unimaginable loss that binds us together on a dangerous level.
I loved her aunt. And that’s the one thing that connects us, no matter how distant my relationship with Sienna has been over the years.
“Shhh,” I whisper soothingly, bringing her to me, one arm around her waist and the other still on her cheek.
I lean down and brush my nose against her cheek, my body completely out of my control.
I don’t do affection.
I definitely don’t console anyone through their grief.
Yet there’s no stopping this.
Her scent mixed with the saltiness of her tears drifts into my nostrils. I’m not even aware of what I’m doing until my lips meet her cheek.
I shudder, the softness of her skin, her smell, the taste of her tears seeping in through my slightly parted lips.
Destroying me.
Ruining me.
Sienna gasps and her arms wrap around my waist, squeezing, bringing me closer . . .
Can she feel it? Can she feel this?
Can she feel how hard she’s making me without even trying?
Of course she can. That’s the problem.
I brush my lips against her cheek again, letting them part a little more to take in the salty and tangy taste of her skin.
I want her to feel it.
I’m sick.
I’m demented.
I should be thrown in jail for being such a Goddamn bastard.
But I can’t deny it anymore.