It felt good being in Indy’s arms again. The familiar musk of his cologne, made me sigh heavily.
“What is it, Marion?” I noticed my voice was husky sounding, not only because I smoke, but it sounded raspy, and quieter.
“Nothing, love. It just feels good to be in your arms again.” He smiled, and I looked into his eyes. We both were older, wiser,
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