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“I canna look at ye asleep without wanting to wake ye, Sassenach.”
His hand cupped my breast, gently now.
“I suppose I find myself lonely without ye.”
“I canna look at ye asleep without wanting to wake ye, Sassenach.”
His hand cupped my breast, gently now.
“I suppose I find myself lonely without ye.”