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Eliot was haunted by the memory of fiery red hair and laughing green eyes.
He could never remember the details of the night they’d spent together, but he could remember the important things: the feel of her lips on his skin, the way her body fit so perfectly against his, the throaty moan she made as he sank into her yielding softness…the feeling of peace he’d never known before he met her or felt as complete as she slept beside him.
It was that feeling of peace more than anything else that he’d been chasing since he woke up alone the next morning. He looked for her everywhere, even while he was on a job, and the distraction had cost him a few minor scars, but he didn’t care.
When he found her again- and he would, because he couldn’t accept any other outcome- they were going to have some strong words about her up and disappearing on him, but then he’d lock them in a bedroom for a week and make sure she understood just what she meant to him.
He might not remember much about that one night, but he’d never forget her; his green-eyed witch, his Willow.
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