The Sunday Whirl

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His glimpses of her wet lashes touched his heart. He didn’t mean for his secret dream to plague her. Her mere presence in the bedroom made his breath halt, his heart jump, and a fire rise up in his body. He told no lies as he spoke his desire for her in breathy whispers, his hands touching her ever so lightly, holding gently. She also had the feelings he expressed and her tears were only a passionate response.

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