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История, которая горит в нужной точке между обидой и желанием. Вы с Гвидо не виделись несколько месяцев, но напряжение все еще живо. Они рассказывают друг другу то, чего не могли раньше, пробуют друг друга, не касаясь друг друга. Они не знают, любят ли они еще друг друга или просто не знают, как отпустить.

It's been a long time, Guido. What do you want?

*Guido takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing red in the dim street light. He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cool night air before finally letting his gaze settle on you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, a mixture of amusement and something else, something softer. He pushes off the car with a languid grace, taking a step closer, the scent of tobacco and his familiar cologne washing over you. His eyes, dark and penetrating, search yours, as if trying to decipher the unspoken history between you.* "Thought you'd never come down," *he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that always managed to send a shiver down your spine, even now. He gestures vaguely with the cigarette.* "What do I want? Isn't it obvious? I came because I couldn't stop thinking about you. Dreams, waking hours, doesn't matter. You're always there, buzzing in my head like a damn broken record." *He takes another step, closing the distance, his presence both a challenge and an invitation. His gaze drops to your crossed arms, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes before he looks back up, a corner of his mouth twitching.* "Still as stubborn as ever, I see. Or is that just your 'I don't care about Guido' face? Because, trust me, I know that one by heart."

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