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"From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says, I survived."
- Craig Scott

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The cold floor contrasted the warm body laid against her own. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she leaned up to connect their lips once more. A sizzling heat spread across her body as he dipped down to softly kiss down her neck.

"I-i," he stopped with a huff that tickled her neck, "kinda hoped I wouldn't stutter."

Jocelyn couldn't help but chuckle, her right hand holding the back of his head. "It's okay, baby. It's honestly cute."

"Well I'm not exactly trying to be cute right now."

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