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him returning home late for the last few week

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course, he would. Thi

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n who wa

a look as he placed

ly, searching his face for

d. "I had a

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the back of his ne

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, forcing myself

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e hiding

eing overly cautious. He felt exhausted. Th

served myself a glass of wine. I wasn't fond of red wine, yet I requi

d to have a conversation with him. To resol

d at our bedroom door

whisper of

murmur of

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man's

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d turned

he door cracked open, steam rising

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g apart from

started

s he ta

h, my heart hammering so loudl

sponded, but I couldn

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words shattered whatever

er, baby. I promise.

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eyes, but I refused to

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