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he slides his left hand into hers.
eases back. and kisses her neck. tv in the corner illuminates the room. the scene is skin against skin. and roaming fingers. tangled in hair. she holds her eyes tight. as if to keep the moment locked. she places faith in the touch of his lips that are pressed so hard against hers. and prays that pounding hearts and tightly clasp hands will always remain true. she feels the meaning in his kiss. the comfort of his palm. she forces herself to. because without such manifestations this moment will mean nothing. she holds tight to her belief. despite the fact that the same moment will be relived in two weeks. with another she.
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