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Out of breath, I stay there, snuggled in his arms, my head resting on his shoulder, from which I can make out the pulsations of his racing heart. I raise my head to better capture his emotions. How handsome he is! His eyes devour me. I do believe that I want him, now right away, but on the forecourt of the station, it would look bad. “Are you okay?” he asks me. “Beautiful,” I answer quickly to get rid of the banalities. “How come you are here?” “Your godmother informed me of your early departure.” “Ah… Rosie. I should have known…” “And since I didn’t have your number, I told myself that it would be quicker to come and pick you up directly at the station. “Of course…” I said with a big smile. “You work in the police, you can have the numbers of whoever you want. Admit it! You missed m
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