When they finally pulled apart from the kiss, both breathless, Yn took a step back, her fingers trembling. “James,” she started, guilt flickering in her gaze. “I didn’t mean for this to happen…”
But James shook his head, his smile slow and genuine. “Maybe it was meant to.” His hand reached for hers, steady and sure, as if the spell had only unlocked something that had been there all along.
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