The memory was so vivid that the feeling did not only return in visions but also in touch.
As if it were normal.
'Normal'
"I'm glad. I want the best for you. Find my hideout in Istanbul. They'll protect you there, I promise."
"Protect me?"
"Didn't they?"
"They tried to kill me!"
"And did you die?"
My lips quivered as he drew me closer.
Our cold lips met.
Upper.
He pulled away to look me in the eyes.
"She'll catch us."
"I don't care. I miss you too much to care."
My lips quivered as he drew my body closer.
Our warm lips met.
Upper.
Lower.
His tongue.
He grunted.
Lace.
The soft touch of his soft fingers.
I moan.
"Joseph."
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