"Oh my."
Giselle sat on the edge of the chair, folding her hands in her lap, looking at nothing at all.
Her corazón was beating rapidly. Her throat ached. These were all unfamiliar sensations - her body had never done this to her before. She didn't know what it meant. All she knew was that Robert had turned and left - and it had hurt.
Uncertainly she stood and crossed back over to the couch. Robert and morgan had provided her with two pillows, a sheet, and a blanket. Not as comfortable as her cama back home, but cozy and warm, radiating with the thoughtful kindness of the man and girl that lived...
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