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ㅤ unruly. venomous snake. fae.
mature themes ; 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾.
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— she just hoped he didn't notice the way her pulse raced at his nearness.
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— settled, emma climbed in beside him, their thighs brushing together as she slid into the worn leather seat. the proximity sent a spark of electricity through her, and she quickly averted her eyes, fiddling with the door handle as if it fascinated her. —
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— gentle grey-blue eyes seeming to see right through her.

"yeah, I'm ready," she replied, her voice a little breathier than she intended. glancing down at her hands, she tried to focus on the work boots scuffing against the gravel as he stepped into the driver's seat.

once he was —
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emma stood beside the rusty pickup, fidgeting with her fingers as she watched him approach. the morning sun highlighted the rugged planes of his face, drawing her eyes to his strong jawline and the hint of stubble dusting it. she felt herself getting lost in his gaze again, those —
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— Noah. The way he looked, the way he moved, his hands, his voice... they had just met, she knew nothing about herself or her past but she was enamoured, what had he done to her?
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— "Um, right. I'll go wait in the truck," Emma stammered, jarred out of her trance. She turned to leave, very aware of his eyes on her back.

Walking out into the bright morning sun again, Emma took a deep breath, trying to collect herself. What was wrong with her? She couldn't stop thinking about —
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— was like honey, smooth and sweet. Emma shivered, wishing it was her he was touching like that. She bit her lip, trying not to imagine how his calloused fingers would feel on her skin.

As if sensing her gaze, he had glanced over. Their eyes met and Emma felt a jolt of electricity. —
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Emma nodded, her heart melting at the tender way he spoke to the horse. It was clear the cowboy adored her. That gentleness, the care he showed, it only made Emma's attraction grow.

She watched, enraptured, as his large hand stroked the mare's velvety nose.

His deep voice —
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— background as she focused all her attention on the cowboy.
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— his shoulders as he lifted a saddle. Emma felt hot all over again, her pulse jumping at the base of her throat.

"Um, yeah," she managed to say, her voice coming out breathy. "I'm ready."

She stepped closer, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. The horses seemed to fade into the —
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As Emma stepped into the stable, her eyes were immediately drawn to Noah. He was a vision of rugged masculinity, all broad shoulders and lean muscle, his worn jeans fitting him like a second skin.

She licked her lips as her gaze traced over his strong back, the way his shirt stretched across —
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— unable to resist, Emma rose followed him outside. The morning sun warmed her skin as she approached the wooden stable.
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— but she was undressing the man who'd taken her in, her fantasies running wild.

Emma tore her gaze away from the window, her heart hammering against her ribs. She needed to get a grip on herself. Noah had been nothing but kind to her, he didn't deserve to be the object of her wanton imagining, —
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— be like to have him touch her like that? To have those rough, calloused hands stroking over her sensitive skin, igniting a fire deep in her stomach?

She almost gasped aloud at the direction of her thoughts, heat flooding her cheeks. What was wrong with her? She couldn't remember her own past —
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— ran a hand down the neck of the nearest horse, a beautiful chestnut mare, Emma's fingers itched to follow the same path. To feel the strength of Noah's muscles beneath her touch as he worked.

The horses nickered and nuzzled at him affectionately and Emma felt a pang of envy. What would it —
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— gorgeous horses by their halters. The sun glinted off their glossy coats and Emma felt a sudden yearning to be closer, to smell their musky scent and feel their velvety noses brushing against her palm.

Noah spoke to them softly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Emma's spine. As he —
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— disappeared from view, Emma found herself rising from the table, drawn to the window that faced the stable. She peered through the glass, watching as he stepped into the building, his tall frame ducking beneath the low doorframe.

Her breath hitched as he emerged a moment later, leading two —
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Emma hesitated, her eyes lingering on Noah's retreating form as he headed towards the stable. A strange feeling stirred in her core, an unfamiliar heat that had nothing to do with her injured body. She didn't recognize it immediately, her mind too foggy to place the sensation.

But as Noah —
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— of her like this, not that she could remember anything other than her name.

"I really appreciate you, Noah," Emma said softly. "For everything. I don't know what would have happened if you didn't find me."

Her voice trailed off and she shook her head. "I'm just grateful. I can't thank you —
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— to get checked out, see if they can help with my memory."

She finished her food, feeling content and full. Leaning back in her chair, Emma studied Noah across the table. He was handsome, rugged in a way that made her pulse quicken. She couldn't remember the last time a man had taken care —