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CHAPTER 22 : Comfort Sex

Author: Pen Stone
last update publish date: 2026-04-03 23:48:39

==Delilah==

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He carried me to his bedroom.

Laid me gently on the bed like I might break.

Maybe I was already broken.

"Elliot."

"Shh. Just let me take care of you."

He undressed me slowly. Reverently. Each piece of clothing removed with care.

Until I was bare before him.

Exposed. Vulnerable.

He stripped off his own clothes. Joined me on the bed.

Pulled me into his arms.

We lay there. Just holding each other.

"I'm scared," I whispered.

"I know."

"She's going to destroy everything."

"We'll figu
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