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“
You
see
,
most
of
your
fear
is
in
your
head
,
Anastasia
.
”
He
pauses
.
“
Would
you
do
it
again
?
”
I
think
for
a
moment
as
fatigue
clouds
my
brain
…
Again
?
“
Yes
.
”
My
voice
is
so
soft
.
He
hugs
me
tightly
.
“
Good
.
So
would
I
,
”
he
murmurs
,
then
leans
down
and
softly
kisses
the
top
of
my
head
.
“
And
I
haven
’
t
finished
with
you
yet
.
”
Not
finished
with
me
yet
.
Holy
Moses
.
There
’
s
no
way
I
can
do
any
more
.
I
am
utterly
spent
and
fighting
an
overwhelming
desire
to
sleep
.
I
’
m
leaning
against
his
chest
,
my
eyes
are
closed
,
and
he
’
s
wrapped
around
me
—
arms
and
legs
—
and
I
feel
…
safe
,
and
oh
so
comfortable
.
Will
he
let
me
sleep
,
perchance
to
dream
?
My
mouth
quirks
up
at
the
silly
thought
,
and
turning
my
face
into
Christian
’
s
chest
,
I
inhale
his
unique
scent
and
nuzzle
him
,
but
immediately
he
tenses
…
oh
crap
.
I
open
my
eyes
and
glance
up
at
him
.
He
’
s
staring
down
at
me
.
“
Don
’
t
,
”
he
breathes
in
warning
.
I
flush
and
look
back
at
his
chest
in
longing
.
I
want
to
run
my
tongue
through
the
hair
,
kiss
him
,
and
for
the
first
time
,
I
notice
he
has
a
few
random
and
faint
small
,
round
scars
dotted
around
his
chest
.
Chicken
pox
?
Measles
?
I
think
absently
.
