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held the towel to my abdomen and watched as he carefully outstretched my fingers and studied the bloodied, torn skin on the heel of my palm. His touch had me lightly swaying, undulating, almost as if the sound of his voice was the most hypnotizing melody in the world. His eyes found mine, skimming across my face. Reading me.
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