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Controlling her frustration and embarrassment with obvious difficulty, she told him, “To bed, to the couch, to the shower, on the floor. I don’t care. Just take me away from this dark place I’m in. Unless there’s someone else.”

He was motionless for a long, agonizing moment. His features seemed set in stone.

“No.”

“No, what?” The raw hurting in her voice forced his answer.

“Hell.” He spoke the curse with a soft reverence, the words as gentle as the touch he brushed along the side of her cheek. “No one else.”

She closed her eyes on a sigh and turned her head slightly to press her lips against his palm.

And he was lost. Damn the rules.