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RAY BASKED IN THE AFTERGLOW, looking up at the stars. Sarah was asleep with her head on his chest. He had his arm around her, his fingers slowly tracing imaginary lines on her shoulder blade.
They’d made love gently, but with a clumsy excitement; the way it was the first time with someone you really cared for rather than the fiery passion shared one night with a stranger. Though they both knew the final purpose of their union, neither of them rushed to get the job done, or neglected to enjoy the act as it was. She appreciated his tenderness and told him so before snuggling up to him and drifting off to sleep. There wasn’t much talk between them; everything was said with their eyes and bodies. For the first time since the tryst was suggested, he hoped his seed found purchase
