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A hand covers her own and she's pulled back into a hard chest.

"Who do you love?"

She lets out a squeak as she feels his hand trail up slowly until it rests against her waist.

"If you don't give me an answer, I'll begin to think that it's me."

He takes her hand and spins her around to make her face him. Dark eyes bore into brown orbs. He raises a hand to brush her hair away from her face and her eyes flutter shut.