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Then I was whimpering while he plied my mouth with his, his hands alternating between warming my cheeks and holding me to him. The only thought that remained in my head was that I cared he was back.
I flinched and cooed.
And not more compensation.
Sat behind me on the bed and carefully combed out my hair.
The quaking outside intensified, so I pressed my lips together.
Partly because I was stunned he was finally admitting he'd wronged me, and I didn't want him to take it back.
We can try to salvage it tomorrow. " Fifteen minutes later, I was surprised when he pulled into a church parking lot that was half full.