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"As are you, love," I said with a smile, reaching back to let my hair loose from its tie. Just the feel of his hands on my waist, even outside the dress, was making my pulse race, and I felt myself nearing breathlessness as I let my palms slide down his bare chest, relearning the feel, the shape of his body which had once been as familiar to me as my own. "Oh, Joscelin," I whispered, drawing closer to kiss him and letting my fingers run up through his hair. Even dirty and matted, it was beautiful, and I found I had spoken truly when I told him it would not matter how he looked or smelled; I wanted him all the same.