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Alone, he knew Cold, he understood This war as she’d let him have it

“If you’re going to say that was a mistake, prepare for a throat punch,” Kinsley said, her fir his dark room

“Since I take that threat seriously, I won’t say it was a mistake” He slipped into bed and she turned around to face hi in closer “You want to be here, Kinsley,” he told her, “then be here” Tonight, he couldn’t be stronger than his needs And he needed her

He lay his head back against the pillow and shut his eyes, feeling the welcoainst the dryness in his throat

Kinsley placed her hand on his chest, easing the tightness there “I knohat this was I knohat you can give and what you can’t Stay in the ’s okay”

The surety in her voice surprised hi how she’d found hi his head on his ar hiain The line fro Her skin was so smooth, so perfect, and he remembered how he’d stroked every inch and how she’d ave His cock twitched, need overwhelhtly rounder breasts than he remembered in the tropics, and her rosy nipples But as he looked up into her face again, his eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, he saw her eyes under the ht, and full of life…Christ, this woman unraveled him And the truth was, he wanted to believe her words, that everything would be okay He brushed the hair off her face andwoman, Kinsley”

“I know” Her s he expected from her

But then that shtmares?” she asked

Well aware he owed her some answers after the condition she’d found him in, he answered, “There’s no rhyme or reason to them”

Most women wouldn’t push Of course, Kinsley did “What are they about?”

He debated avoiding the question, but she saw hihanistan”

Her pause lasted awhile, telling hiuess that’s to be expected,” she finally said “Anyone co home from on’t just have physical scars, but emotional ones too”

He let his silence be his answer She was right: War left wounds, and not just physical ones

“So, is it a recurring real dreaain “Or is it like a fictional thing?”

“Past memories”