http://slow.writerscafe.org/Maddieamelia777 The original writings of author AmeliaGerhardt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775974896 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In that moment, she couldn't decide whether it was love or absolute lust she was feeling for Alec. All she knew was that as she looked at his four-day non shaven face and the shadow it casted onto his jawline, her entire being tingled. The urge to reach out and touch him grew unbearable. 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