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Something she can relate to .
At some point in time at least ,
while she still longed for purpose
. . .
before that encounter .
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❝ Baby , if I didn’t understand , then
count me out for training you . ❞
Her hand slides underneath
her chin to tilt her face , knelt
down to steal a kiss .
❝ That is an acceptable way of
apologizing , for the next time . ❞
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All she can do is giggle , as her blade
clocked her intent entirely . . .
Dipped down — gripping the
obliques , laying her lips onto
these salted muscles as kisses
rain against skin .
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