holy innocents [[closed to john]]

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The past few days have been good - better than good. Erica’s been back at work, she’s been jogging every day and following that up with boxing after work at the gym. She feels like herself; an improved version, really, with the ring on her finger. No one asked at work but she did feel eyes on her - nothing malicious, just curiosity that she wasn’t

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"And it was hammered into my head at school that people who abuse their privileges, lose them." He says, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed across beefy chest, eyes traveling from hers, down her body to her feet, then back up the legs, to the chest...

"Evans, is that my shirt?"

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Erica looks at him innocently. "What shirt?"

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He straightens, steps forward and hooks a finger in the black fabric at the neckline, pulling it toward him.

"This one." His eyes are on hers, his voice low and gravelly.

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Her skin flushes as she holds his gaze.

"Well, John. If you want it back, come and get it."

Her voice is low, too, and one hand comes up so that she can drag her fingers up and down his arm slowly.