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I knew she was reaching for my forgiveness when her fingers grasped the cuff of my jacket and tugged, a playful move meant to be coy, an invitation into her confidential graces. She drew close to my body and whispered in my ear, her hair brushing my cheek, her presence invading my senses. This is when I would normally surrender, would allow amnesty to color my smile as she rubbed my back and I fell under her spell, once again giving her the power she craved. But this time, I hesitated, decided to enjoy her ministrations without submitting to her control. Still, through her confusion, she endured, teasing as we walked to the car, hips hitting, elbows touching, too close in the spacious hallway. I took a step away, and she beckoned me, my name sliding from her lips mockingly, a reminder that I am never completely unbound.