"You're real," Stark murmured before resuming the kiss.
He let his hand find its way to her hair. He didn't care if it was a mess. He didn't care about anything right now except that she was here and she was real and he was holding on to her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
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He let his hand find its way to her hair. He didn't care if it was a mess. He didn't care about anything right now except that she was here and she was real and he was holding on to her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.
Maybe she was.