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If she concentrated really hard, she could almost
feel his presence. His calloused fingers digging into her hips, as he pulled
her down the table. His heavy breaths that skittered across her flesh, leaving
goose bumps of anticipation in their wake, the cushion he used to place under
her head, mindful of her comfort, as they christened this very table.
Tears gathered behind her closed eyelids as the air
crackled around her. It could only be the sunlight caressing her with a lover's
touch. He was gone, wasn't he?
"Open your eyes, my love. I told you, I'd be
back."
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