Shade by Jeri Smith-Ready
"There, it's official," he said. "No more guilt."
"He says, sitting in a confession booth."
Logan laughed again. Our hands were still intertwined.
"Can you feel me?" I whispered.
He gazed down at me. "I'll always feel you, Aura."
I closed my eyes as Logan kissed me. This time, in my soul, I felt everything.
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