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She had never felt more exposed. The earlier nakedness in the hot tub was brave, for her, but she had the advantage of hiding under the bubbles. The wine relaxing her and slowly washing over those walls that had somehow erected themselves over the years. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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The quietness of the isolation enveloped them both and intensified the electricity between them. The wine and conversation both flowed as the golden dusk rolled its way across the countryside and the water cooled, drawing them into the cabin toward the open fire. She had reached for her robe as they rose from the water, seeking to hide the imperfections, but his hand gently stopped her, his eyes reassuring her that she was accepted, that she was safe. His hand continued its journey down to hers, leading her toward the rug and pile of blankets placed in front of the fire.
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