Her breath was uneven as she rushed through the dimly lit hallway, her heartbeat still echoing in her ears. She had made it out of the room—out of his grip—but not out of his hold. Not really
His presence clung to her like a ghost, the heat of his breath still on her skin, the weight of his touch lingering where his fingers had brushed her lips
Luna
*Shaking her head, pressing a trembling hand to her chest*~Stop it
But how could she? When the feeling wouldn’t leave? When the thought of him sent another shiver down her spine, one she didn’t want to acknowledge? She needed distance. Space to think. But the moment she turned the corner, she froze
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