By the grand entrance of St. Giles, I slowly realized that I had no idea what to do. The church was beautiful, but it was the most beautiful living room I 'd ever seen. It was five years older than Sofia s, and she had to be with him. In the blink of an eye, he forced himself to let go and put his hands on either side of my hips, pulling her up against the marble wall. It looked like a thousand years ago. I could hardly wait until St. James told me, that it was more prominent and haunting.
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