I focussed on her face with difficulty. I know I must look a mess and totally unlike myself, with my dishevelled hair, and half unbuttoned shirt, but did I give a damn? ...Nah. Come here, Angel I said, voice low and gravelly, patting my thighs lightly. Careful control still coated my voice at the nickname, but now it was tinged with something deeper, something I'd tried to deny for so long. Would you come? I waited.
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