He curled his long, lean frame around her: his forehead pressed to hers, noses touching, lips only millimeters apart, and breath in sync. It was the most intimate sex she’d enjoyed—two bodies and two souls singing to each other with no words but the gentle strokes of limbs, heated kisses, and gasping breaths. Yet the morning light peeking around the quilted window shade told her that their time together would soon come to an end as the world beckoned. The offer of a cereal breakfast was refused as she couldn’t allow herself to be further seduced by his charm and tender caresses.
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