Miles... [a named mixed with a soft gasp, watching his always careful, always prudent hands slipping her free of her clothing. This is it, this is real, this is happening. There's no going back. There's nothing they can blame this on.]
You're all right with this. Just - remind me that you're all right. And I'm yours. I couldn't handle... [regret.]
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You're all right with this. Just - remind me that you're all right. And I'm yours. I couldn't handle... [regret.]