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Poe’s thumb brushed her knuckles, the rest of his fingers squeezing her hand tighter. His arms were stronger than she had imagined, holding her close to him. She didn’t want them to ever break apart; this hug made her feel true belonging for one of the few times in her life. She never wanted this feeling to end; she never wanted to leave his arms. Then Poe’s voice filtered through the fog.
She snapped to attention, the phantom feeling of Poe touching her gone. Letting out a groan, she knew it was time to admit the truth, she wanted Poe.