"Sophie." He whispered and my skin tingled as he intertwined our fingers again. My skin felt warm everywhere he touched. "There was no doubt in me that it would be you." I pulled back trying to see his face.
"You've saved me three times now." I whispered to him and he smirked.
"And plenty more times for sure. You're such a damsal in distress."
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