; | this is wrong

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scorch my skin with the simplest touch of your hand unforgivingly resting upon mine.

this is wrong

and she sees it too.
her eyes stare from across the room.
staring, staring, glaring at me.

at him.

at our hands.

but a smile, oh, a wide smile spreads across my lips as the tingling sensation from his touch only grows.

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