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Aftermath
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Complete, First published Jan 27, 2022
Mature
The smile dropped from her face as quickly as it had appeared. She felt the bed dip as he moved towards her. 
"Don't." His movements halted but he didn't sit back, he stayed suspended halfway between his wants and hers. She looked up to see him searching her face. She was pleading with her eyes to let this go. But he didn't seem to take the hint. Again, he began moving toward her. 
"Please," she begged desperately, "stop." He looked over her face one last time before laying back down with his back turned toward her.

Calpurnia moves through the days as they come. But when her childhood friend shocks her with a visit, things start changing, and she struggles to adapt.
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