starting count: 2082
ending count: 2614
new words: + 532

starting line:
“You don’t need the light.” His voice rumbled through me like thunder on a hot summer’s day. “Darkness is far friendlier.”

ending line:
Morning light across my face woke me.

darling:
I don’t know what I was expecting, but the slow heat that spread from his weather-roughened lips as they touched mine made my head spin. It flowed over me like molten honey, warm and sweet and smothering, and I started to panic, feeling myself fall into something I couldn’t control…

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Yep, it’s getting creepy. Delightfully so.