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Elizabeth waited for a few minutes before she picked Sawyer’s top up from the floor and put it on before she went downstairs.  He was in the kitchen making drinks, and he smiled when he saw her.  She bit the inside of her lip to stop herself blushing, because the way he looked preparing drinks without his top on made her heart race.  She leaned against the counter opposite him, and he waited silently for her to say whatever was on her mind.  "What did you mean when you said 'every f*****g time'?" Elizabeth sounded nervous, but Sawyer smiled.  "You have a way of making me feel like you need more than I can give you."  She blushed fiercely and regretted asking him.  "That's not… you aren't… I…" Sawyer laughed affectionately at Elizabeth's response, and she took a deep breath before s

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