For a time there were only small sounds between them as they crossed the mercifully-deserted mall: the metronomic click of her heels, faint splashes from stepped-in puddles, the rustle of fabric on fabric, and the gradual slowing to normal of their breathing. Her arm was hooked through his, her hand's grip on his forearm still retaining its ( Read more... )

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