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“What voice?”

“The one that makes me forget three thousand years of discipline.”

She laughs.

“Poor baby.”

“Your sympathy is overwhelming.”

She brushes her lips against mine.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Then kiss me.”

I do.

And for a while, I forget everything except the woman in my arms.

Eventually, she rests her forehead against mine.

“I don’t want to go any further tonight.”

I nod.

“Then we won’t.”

“You’re sure?”

I cup her cheek.

“Wren, there is nothing you could give me tonight that I would value more than your trust.”

Her eyes soften.

“You’re making it very difficult not to fall for you.”

“Then I shall endeavor to remain irresistible.”

She laughs.

“Cocky bastard.”

“An accurate assessment.”

She settles against my chest, tucking herself beneath my arm.

I draw the blanket over her shoulders.

Within minutes, her breathing slows.

She sleeps.

I remain awake, listening to the quiet rhythm of her heart.

For the first time in my existence, I understand the exquisite frustration of wanting something I refuse to take.