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He pinned me down holding my hands above my head, the hold on my wrist being far different from the hold earlier, where his grip was strong enough to leave a bruise. This grip was soft, as if he was rethinking, not sure of his actions, as if he didn't know why he did this in the first place. I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. I looked at them, looking into his eyes was a mistake, he froze, eyes clouding, he leaned forward, I could feel his breath on my lips as he stopped a few inches away.
The Last Call
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