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๐ก๐ผ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐ด๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐น๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฟ ๐ฑ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐บ๐…๐ฟ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐?
๐ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐โ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ค๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ตโ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต.
๐๐ฐ, ๐ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ถ๐ด๐ค๐ณ๐ช๐ฑ๐ต ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ. ๐โ๐ฎโฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต. ๐๐ฐ๐ด๐ต๐ญ๐บ.
๐๐ถ๐ต ๐๐บ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ.
๐๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต, ๐ฉ๐ฆโ๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด. ๐๐ฆ ๐ด๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ช๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ข๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฑ ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข๐ณ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ๐ด. ๐๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ตโ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ด. ๐๐ฆ๐ฆ, ๐๐บ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ณ๐ต? ๐ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ, ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ.
๐๐๐ ๐ต๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ต๐ถ๐บ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ปโ๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฒ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐บ, ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ฒ?
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โHow are you, Els?โ
That was a loaded question. Between the exposure heโd subjected me to, and the sexual tension that revolved being around him, I couldnโt say what or how I was. โIโmโฆokay?โ
His lips twitched, a glimmer of mischief glinting in his eyes. โYou havenโt fainted. Or fallen asleep.โ
โNope.โ
My heart hadnโt slowed one bit. It galloped, springing forward like a racehorse; it threatened to break out of its cage, pushing against my ribs. And it was desperate to reach Kyle.
From where his lips met my knuckles, I pulled his hand lower. I removed my fingers from his, wrapped them around his wrist and pressed his palm beneath my throat, in the center of my collarbone.
He swallowed. โThatโs fast.โ
We were practically nose to nose, the invisible bridge between our eyes growing ever shorter. Not leaving my sight, Kyle mirrored my actions, lowering his sweatshirt so I could feel his pulse.
Combustion.
โReading for you has been the single most exciting thing Iโve done in a long while, Miss Jenkins.โ He flicked his tongue out, swiping it over his lower lip. โI hope I did you proud.โ
โYou did much more than that.โ A tear stained my cheek at the memory of him sharing my work. His deep voice relaying the story I wrote, the sincerity in it. It felt like a box of chocolates detonated inside my soul. โYou made me not hate it.โ
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Shani Haim has been a romantic at heart for as long as she can remember.
One of her greatest passions has always been reading, and she devoured anything that swept her away to faraway places.
From reading she made the transition to writing, falling in love with her flawed, broken and full of soul characters one happily-ever-after at a time.
When she’s not swooning over book boyfriends, she’s practicing yoga, drinking unhealthy amount of coffee, or watching Netflix with her husband in their Tel Aviv home.
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