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"Yes," he replies instantly, watching her as she touches herself, as she touches his arm, her fingers curling in the fine cotton of his sleeve. Is he ever going to be able to look at her hands and not think of how her fingers look bracketing her nipple? Will he ever be able to smell the scent of her skin as she passes by and not think about this moment, with her spread out before him like an offering, teasing him with coy smiles and the promise of more?

Probably not.