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Even lying in another's bed, surrounded by softly woven blankets and warm, heated skin…the memories refused to fade.
They had only been together for one night.
One sinful, immoral, passionate night that had ended with both men sleeping with their backs to each other, an awkward, uneasy silence between them. The morning after their thoughtless tryst, the two had decided mutually that their friendship was more important to them than pursuing a relationship both knew would never work.
And yet…Kazuma refused to forget that night and what could have been. He wondered what might have happened if they had tried to love each other again…instead of dismissing their inexperience and vowing never to speak of that night again.
Kazuma swallowed the lump in his throat at the memories, wishing that he could go back and tell himself that a single night hadn't been enough…not nearly enough.
He wished desperately for a second chance, but he would never get one…because now it was much too late.
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