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The Gala V
It took a great deal of effort to pry herself from Vincent’s side when she awoke to her silent alarm at quarter-to-four. Their naked skin had fused together to the point she’d feared they’d been glued while trying to separate. His cologne had seeped through her skin to the bone, so much so that she feared she would never get the smell of him off her. But she had, third lather in.
She’d been staring at the wall for quite some time, soaped shampoo running down her spine with the pelting shower stream, her arms hugged around her chest, yet she didn’t yelp as her ex-husband took her shoulders in his hands. He spun the woman to him. Smiled gently. Lamented the fact she no longer reeked of his sex. Took the sides of her face in his hands and kissed her gently. Slowly.
Blue hoped quietly he’d think her eyes half swollen shut were from fatigue rather than her silent tears. Playing house with the man in his hotel room filled her with nothing
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