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The space between them was no longer filled with words, but with a magnetic pull that was as inevitable as gravity. Paige's hands, as if moving with a will of their own, lifted from his shoulders.
One hand came to rest against the side of his neck, her fingers tangling in the dark hair at his nape, a gesture that was both a question and an answer. In response, Reomen's arms tightened around her waist, pulling her flush against him, eliminating the last vestiges of distance.
It was Paige who closed the final gap. She kissed him.
It wasn't a gentle kiss of reconciliation. It was a desperate, searching kiss. She was diving into the fire, wanting to feel the burn, to remind herself of the exact temperature of her personal hell.
