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She grasped a fold of his shirt, smoothing down the sides. She could feel his body heat radiating into her hands. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She pressed her cheek against the cloth. A strong heart beat that never wavered in its strength, never failing in its power. His alluring presence never ceased to lose its attraction. He was still deep, dark, mysterious. His depth, his acknowledgement, meant everything. If only he could grasp her hands with the same intensity. If only he would one day look into her eyes and see her. If only she was needed! Her heart gave a wild leap. Was he at last responding to her affections?


Her body lurched and her hands let go, illusions fragmenting before her eyes.

"Coming," she called, forcing traces of humour into her tone.

She gazed once more at the shirt.

It was empty.