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Something More...
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Another hotel room, another bed; fingers tangled in the sweat-dampened hair of the sleeping figure beside him, body tranquil in encircling arms.
"This isn't just about the sex anymore, is it?"
"I don't think it ever was. There's always been something more, but I'm not entirely sure just what. You know the feeling that there's something just out of reach and you could touch it if you only figured out how?"
"I know"
"If I reach for it I'm scared it will slip through my fingers. I don't want that to happen."
"Time will tell."
He sighs.
"It always does."