Jennifer

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“Come here, sweetheart,” he whispers as the light in the bedroom flickers and the power goes off. My hands shake as I reach for him in the darkness. He takes my hand mid-air, like he knew where I’d be, and guides me to him. Our bodies press together, skin to skin, our hearts thumping at the same frenzied pace.
Written in the Scars
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