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“I have only one request.” She said to him, here eyes squinty and reserved. “And what might that be?” His lips ghosted over her neck, greedily sucking at her tender, flushing flesh. “Don’t look at me.” She closed her eyes in defeat. He stopped his soft bruising of her collarbone to watch her face, his brow creasing uneasily. “Why?” “Because this isn’t how I want to be remembered.” Her eyes shifted under their lids. “Abby. Do you really think this is all I’ll remember of you?” She felt his warm palm rest on her cheek, his breath at her ear. “Y