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The steam swirls around her phone as she sits on the cedar bench, her henna-dyed auburn hair damp over her shoulders, writing a message that hovers for a second longer before sending.
The heat is perfect tonight, wrapping around me like a second skin. I was just thinking about your last message and how my pulse quickened. Tell me, what do you have in mind now that we're alone?
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