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He moved then, bringing his weight off of her to lie beside her, yet he did not break her touch; it was as if he needed it. She leaned to lick his muzzle tenderly at his words, but pulled her face away, taking one of her arms so that she could prop herself up on her elbow, the front of her body grazing him. She left her remaining hand upon his face, stroking him softly. Then, I’m sorry, Conri. I’m sorry for letting you… she whispered, closing her eyes and lowering her muzzle slightly. But I let you because I trust you… I care for you… Her strokes had drifted, and now her hand just lay upon his face. I’m sorry to you… but I don’t regret what we did, not one bit. She opened her eyes again, searching for his.
He moved then, bringing his weight off of her to lie beside her, yet he did not break her touch; it was as if he needed it. She leaned to lick his muzzle tenderly at his words, but pulled her face away, taking one of her arms so that she could prop herself up on her elbow, the front of her body grazing him. She left her remaining hand upon his face, stroking him softly. Then, I’m sorry, Conri. I’m sorry for letting you… she whispered, closing her eyes and lowering her muzzle slightly. But I let you because I trust you… I care for you… Her strokes had drifted, and now her hand just lay upon his face. I’m sorry to you… but I don’t regret what we did, not one bit. She opened her eyes again, searching for his.
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