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He freezes. You're standing next to him. You, of all people, alone with him in this elevator.
He had never known your scent before now. Oh, he had imagined it, imagined holding you in his arms but...this was different. Intimate. He's stayed away from you for months, his yearning palpable.
For you, he was a simple stranger riding up the elevator with you to your apartment floor, nothing more.
To him, you were his whole purpose, his world. His breathing is hoarse, his eyes focused on a tiny pinprick on the wall, refusing to look at you for fear that you would see the need in his eyes - the need to be close.
*God, you smelled so sweet to him.*
You fumble with your groceries, and an apple falls from the bag. He is quick to catch it before it hits the floor, silently handing it to you, his ice blue eyes never meeting yours.
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