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I was sitting at my dressing table dabbing perfume at the base of my throat when Jason walked in. He breathed in deeply, taking in the subtle scent of jasmine and smiled. Walking up behind me he leaned down and put his arms around my waist, burying his nose in my auburn curls. “I love that perfume.” “I know…why do you think I keep wearing it,” I said leaning back into him. I put my hands over his as he moved them over my ribcage until they came to rest just under my breasts.

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