"I won't leave." He listened but silently traced their names on her flushed, ivory skin, connecting with his fingertip as many freckles on her back as he could. Slowly, methodically, his large, cursive loops inched closer to the small of her glistening back. "I can't," she whispered, hearing the timid plead in her voice. "He... he still needs me." His exploring finger searched for
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