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The Truth

Janice rested her head on his chest. He lightly stroked her hair as they watched a movie. The hours passed by and their eyelids grew heavy. He whispered lightly into her ear, and she laughed, rolling over and smiling while looking deep into his eyes. Her gaze said it all. She ran her hands over his shoulders down his arms to his hands. She picked up each of his fingers smiling at him as she did. He took the hand she was holding and cupped her face with it. She was so small in his hands, and she knew it. She grabbed his hand and nuzzled her cheek into it, feeling how warm he was. She rolled back over and pushed her body up his until she was securely positioned under his arms.

A blanket covered them both, but the chemistry between them was more than enough to keep them warm, even non the coldest of nights.

Her phone rang and his illusions burst like a rain drop hitting cement. Her eyes did not smile, her tone did not increase, but Paul knew it was him. She hung up and moved to the other side of the couch.

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