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with passion, when her eyes don't promise eternity, while her mouth mocks everything I hold dear. Once more while I can still believe in miracles. |
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This time when he kissed her, something moved inside him. Something shifted and ached, then burned hot against the cold, lonely part deep within him. |
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Chris pulled away with a gasp, and as he stared into her face D.J.'s eyes opened and she stared backa dazed, soft look, like that of a child who had just awoken in a place where she didn't belong. |
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Her fingers clenched on his, a needy, frightened grasp, and she glanced around the room in confusion. Then she looked back at Chris and her brow furrowed. He smiled at her and leaned closer. Maybe there were miracles still to be had, after all. |
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The smile on Chris's lips froze. Another man's name upon D.J.'s lips, whispered in that hoarse, heartbreaking voice, made him want to smash something into bits with his well-trained fists. Why had Franklin told him D.J. had asked for him? The doctor had lied. She no more wanted Chris than she wanted a stranger at her side. Despite the feelings he had for her, that's all they were to each other in truthstrangers. |
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"I'm here." The doctor's voice came from the doorway, and Chris straightened, pulling his fingers from D.J.'s clutches with difficulty. He avoided Franklin's eyes, wondering how much the man had seen, how much he had heard. |
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The doctor replaced Chris at D.J.'s side. Chris re- |
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