by Natasha Simms
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I brushed my fingers over his soft lips, memories of past kisses ran through my mind . A sharp pain went through my heart . I was falling for my demon, falling hard and fast but that was a secret I would never share with my demon. I would not fall in love with my enemy He was no longer my enemy though. He was my lover, my escape from the fighting and the war.