“And what of this?” His hand lingered over my hips, drew down the line
of my thigh. “Have I spoken of it?”
“You have.”
“And this? Surely, I would not have forgotten this.” His cat’s smile. “Tell
me I did not.”
“You did not.”
“There is this, too.” His hand was ceaseless now. “I know I have told you
of this.”
I closed my eyes. “Tell me again,” I said
— Feb 13, 2026 03:34AM
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