| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
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“Wake up,” he whispers. I can feel his fingers running over my face, his breath on my cheek. I open my eyes lazily, look at him with slight interest. He is a man who feels familiar, but I do not know him. He smiles at me – he is attractive – and he presses his lips to my forehead. “Thank goodness; I thought I had lost you,” he whispers, but I don’t understand.
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04.07.09