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“What is it that you want,” he
asked, holding her in his arms, against his chest. He could feel her
heart beat, steady....steady.
She thought for a moment, resting there
on his chest, her arms around him, her feet tangled with his in the
sheets. “I want love. Not just some cut rate love, real love.
Inconceivable, irrevocable, all-consuming love.” She said it
matter-of-factly with a wistful smile on her face.
His left hand caressed her back
lovingly. “Well...”
“That's not too much to ask, is it?
To want so much,” she asked, inclining her head up so she
could see the look on his face. She was happy to see a sheepish grin
shining back at her, mixed with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.
“No, dear, it's not too much to
ask... to want the world.”
“Good.”
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