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Chapter Eighty-Three: Rebound

I must be floating…I must be, or I have been in misery for too long that I the light holds an intoxication I am weak to.

“Stop me.”

He utters again, his hand sliding to graze my flesh as he peals the bodice further from me, exposing me to the cold.

His coat and the squeezing bodice maintaining the shape of my flesh hit the ground as he offers to warm me with his flesh instead.

"Stop me."

Again, he utters with more desperation as if hoping I was the logical one of us.

Yet how? How can I stop him when his touch feels better than the cloud that follows me all day? When this feels better than drinking? When I don’t have to stop.

We do not have to!

The only thing to affect us if we get caught will be impropriety. I will not be dragging his family line through the mud; he will not be losing the thing dearest to him.

This is what I want in a partner, I do not wish to be their demise but merit.

A moan escapes me as his tongue trails between my bare breasts.

He moans, perhaps tasting the suga
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