The cool draft on her skin was replaced by a warmth from within as he stroked her arm. It was soothing to the point of sleepiness, and despite her efforts to keep her eyes open, she felt them fluttering shut.

"I'm at least stronger than you've given me credit for," she crooned, relaxing into his body with her cheek pressed against his chest. "But not strong enough to resist you, though If you hadn't kissed me then," she said, letting out a yawn, "I would have done it sooner or later."

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