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In the days that followed, I found myself struggling to hide just how much Karen’s gentle gestures affected me. Whenever I was busy with cooking at the counter or fixing something around the house she would quietly approach, her hand gliding over my back and around to rest on my firm stomach. The simple act was disarming, making it harder to maintain my composure each time. When I was working on the car, Karen would find her way into the garage. Not because she wanted to help with the repairs, but simply to be near me. She sought comfort in my presence, and her quiet company became as soothing as it was affirming. During the week that followed our unforgettable, passionate night, both Karen and Ealdwine made a point of seeking out Kavik and me. It wasn't solely about intimacy, although t
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