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Well … how nice

"You’re in pain," he said "I can feel it all through you"

"I like pain," she reminded him

"No one likes this kind of pain I would know"

She lowered her eyes in sympathy The o A month after that, she’d shown up and told him he had another father, which had torn the stitches on his still-healing grief If anyone understood the pain she felt right now, it was Nico

"Let ht"

"How?" She looked up at hi you back to life"

She alant as his father, but before she could speak, he kissed her

Nervous as a virgin, her lips trembled under his If it had been anyone but him, she would have wondered at this newfound shyness She’d never been shy, never been desley’s only son, and by sleeping with hiinity had ever been

"You’re shaking," Nico said against her lips

"I’m scared"

"Scared? Why?"

"I don’t know"

"I’m here," he whispered "You don’t have to be afraid"

He was here That hy she was afraid But the fear didn’t stop her fro her jawline to her ear, nipped at her earlobe Over the pulse point in her neck, he pressed a long, languid kiss The heat from his mouth seared her all the way to her spine His kisses were neither tentative nor hurried As he kissed her, her muscles slackened, her skin flushed with heat and the fear faded For the first ti back in December, she and Nico had been in weekly contact Emails, phone calls--he even wrote her letters by hand Letters she read and reread and answered Letters she burned before anyone found them

Her head fell back as Nico kissed the hollow of her throat He placed his hands on either side of her neck and rubbed his thumbs into the tendons of her shoulders

"What’s this?" he asked as he lifted the chain of her necklace

Nora wrapped her hand around the pendant She couldn’t talk about it yet It meant too much to her Especially now