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I wondered if he was mad at me, though I could swear he had sat beside me on the bed at least twice, stroking my forehead and hair. Whispering he loved me.
I didn't understand it.
I flinched and cooed.
Inside, chaos didn't even begin to describe the scene. I just stared for a minute, gawking.
Who would give in first. Sudden movement at my waist had me gasping louder.
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