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She pressed her body against his with so much force that he stumbled backward into the desk, catching himself on its edge with his hands. A book hit the floor loudly, but Psyche didn’t let go, her hands moving to clutch the fabric of his shirt. She couldn’t let go now - for everything she knew, the moment she let go of him he would be out of her reach forever. He was hers and she was his and no one was going to take them away from each other because it just wasn’t fair.
“I need you." The words were out of her mouth without her mind's permission. "I need you so much.”
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