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by Sean Warner Book Opening: When he heard the deep sighing breath of sleep, he slid closer to her, raising the down-filled comforter and moving aside a pillow – her hugging pillow she’d called it as they settled into the king-sized bed. She took a deep breath and moaned softly, acknowledging his nearness, and she flexed a thigh when he placed his right hand on the curve of her hip. In a few minutes, the palm of his hand felt warm, a tingling heat not evident in his left hand now tucked under a cool, blue pillow.
He was grateful. She had been generous in so many ways. Like the silver-plated spoons in the kitchen drawer, with his naked chest against her bare back, they rested. His fingertips were tucked under the waistband elastic of her cotton panties and his arm was supported by the hugging pillow, to maintain his hand position. Her hair smelled of herbs, rosemary he guessed, either from the spaghetti sauce she’d made earlier in a gleaming steel pot or from the homemade shampoo she’d mentioned during their evening together. He apologized for leaving so early. |

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