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Despite the apparent disarray of their movements, they knew where they were going.
Climbing on top of me, his hands in my hair. His lips gently brushed mine.
Yes, I had a confirmed good-ole case of the winter cold that just would not go away. I'd started sniffling and coughing almost two weeks ago after my thirtieth birthday celebration (which had consisted of just the two of us, a bottle of chocolate sauce, a container of whipped topping, my little toy box, and the kitchen island).
Just a few quick thrusts could ease the ache.
I swear-" "I had a miscarriage. " The words just kind of fell out.
"Honey, you're freezing. What are you doing out here?" I just blinked at him.