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“You can’t touch it yourself”

He shakes his head, and I realize…I’ breaks to check how he’s enduring When he spends deep in roans harshly

“Do it again”

I realize over the next few days that he’s back in the burroith respect to how he feels His body hurts beyond his wounds due to the hiccup with the Dilaudid, and he craves sex

“We’ll do it all again,” I reassure him one afternoon I stroke his hands, which I’ve realized he likes, and kiss his cheeks “And you’ll progress again And you’ll feel better again”

That night, I straddle his lap, and weone of the condoms I ordered online at his direction

Afterward, we shower, and I change his bandages I see the round hole in his shoulder and the corresponding one at his back, and I can’t help weeping at the sight of it

“It barely even hurts,” he whispers “The worst part is notthe arm Because I want to hold you”

That tincture is a bit like truth serum

“Do you?”

He nods as I re-wrap the area

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“When I was on the boat…”

“Mm?”

“The Celia I remember…I just…wanted you”