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CHANNING Closing the door behind her, it's sound softly echoes in the quiet room, and the smile I had been wearing fades as I lean my back against the door and exhale deeply. My head tips back against the aluminium as I close my eyes, attempting to contain the flood of memories that rush through me. Her touch. Her skin against mine, silky smooth and impossibly warm. The way her body moved in tandem with mine, as if it were tailor-made for me, as if she fit perfectly into every part of me. The heat between us was intoxicating, dizzying in its intensity, and even now, if I had not forced myself to think clearly, I would have dragged her right back into bed the moment she attempted to leave. She’s amazing. This morning was magical—more than that; it was consuming. The more she gave, the