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Chapter 39: When The Devil Worships You
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... t, reverent. Each kiss he left behind felt like an apology. A plea. A memory he didn’t want to lose.
Lydia shivered beneath his mouth, her breath unsteady. She didn’t stop him. Her fingers clutched at the edge of the piano bench, holding on to the moment like it might slip away if she moved too fast.
When he rose again, his hands cupped her face gently, as if she were something fragile. Something he didn’t deserve to touch. But she leaned into his palms, her eyes glassy.
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