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Sunday, June 3rd, 2007 07:48 am (UTC)
...and she didn't move, and ended up with her head buried in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of cigerettes and the faintest musk of male.

And Bigbly ran his hands down her back and she'd never had a man touch her in such a soothing way....

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