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“Baby, it’s yours if you want it,” I whisper into his ear.
The ice storm is hitting hard. Without electricity, no one in the city is going anywhere, including us.
There are no candles in my house and only the blue hue of the moon provides a hint of light to the living room through the large window.
But even in that dimness, the look on his face is clear.
Confusion, doubt and for a split second, consideration.
I cover his mouth with my hand and his eyes widen.
“Don’t say a word.”
With my other hand, I reach for my cell on the coffee table and click on my music player. As if sensing my mood, Marvin Gaye’s voice drifts through the Bluetooth speakers across the room and fills the air.
“I’m not interested in talking.”
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