Stony moved in closer, and Noor’s muscles locked up. Was it imagined, the hardness pressed against her ass? His thumb grazed over her breast in her t-shirt. “Your hair smells good,” he whispered in a different kind of voice. “You use her shampoo.” Her… Aunt Felicia. Tears prickled her lenses, but Stony’s sobs were on her ear. He was crying. Crying and clasping. Crying and pressing into her, holding her tighter. Before she could form any type of reaction, Stony drew his arm back. “Let me go back out to the couch before she comes in here overreacting.”
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