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Elsida felt Julien’s hot breath fan her face, pungent with expensive cigars and smoke, his lips mere inches apart from hers.

The curly hair at the nape of his neck tickled her cheek as he stood unmoving, their bodies flushed together.

If he moved his face just a bit, their lips would meet and her heart thrummed wildly in her chest from the mere thought.

“Julien.. we can’t