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He had a small scar over his right shoulder blade. She’d kissed her way over it dozens of times but had never asked what had caused it.

Why hadn’t she asked?

Because she wasn’t interested?

Or because she was afraid he wouldn’t have told her?

She slowly propped the broom handle against the wall and walked over to him. Her hand wasn’t entirely steady when she placed it on his shoulder, but it was a lot steadier than her insides felt.

He stiffened at her touch and looked at her.

She didn’t know what was tormenting him.

And maybe comfort wasn’t their thing.

But she did know what was.

She leaned forward and slowly pressed her lips against his. She felt him inhale slightly. Resistance, almost.

But not quite.

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