The mattress shifted as he turned to look at her. Perhaps the darkness would hide her weeping. A futile hope. She'd long ago noted the acuteness of his senses."Oh, my dear." Unerringly, he reached out and captured a tear in his fingers. Another tear, another. She closed her eyes and struggled for composure."Crying won't help," she said huskily."Sometimes it's all we can do." His voice caressed her like black silk.
-Anna Campbell
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