The old fairground was quiet, rusting rides creaking in the wind. He leaned against the carousel, moonlight carving his jaw. “You really came back,” he said, voice low, dangerous with longing. You stepped closer, breath caught. His hand found your waist, pulling you flush. “You’re not running again.” His mouth hovered at your ear, warm and rough. “Because if you do, I’ll chase you this time.”
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