"Oh my."
Giselle sat on the edge of the chair, folding her hands in her lap, looking at nothing at all.
Her hart-, hart was beating rapidly. Her throat ached. These were all unfamiliar sensations - her body had never done this to her before. She didn't know what it meant. All she knew was that Robert had turned and left - and it had hurt.
Uncertainly she stood and crossed back over to the couch. Robert and morgan had provided her with two pillows, a sheet, and a blanket. Not as comfortable as her bed back home, but cozy and warm, radiating with the thoughtful kindness of the man and girl that lived...
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