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She couldn’t believe she was actually where she had so badly wanted to be. In Erik’s arms. For some strange reason, her throat had suddenly gone raw.

She swallowed, then took a deep breath. “Erik?” she finally said. “Thank you.”

“For holding you?”

“For all of it. But, yes. For this, too.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked when she started to cry.

“Nothing. Honest,” she insisted. “For the first time in…forever there isn’t a thing wrong.”

“Then why tears?”

Because of what you let me feel, she thought. “Because I’m tired,” was easier to admit.

She felt his lips against the top of her head. “Then, go to sleep.”

“I don’t want to. I don’t want to miss you holding me.”

“You shouldn’t say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll make me forget why I shouldn’t do this,” he murmured, and brushed his mouth over hers.

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