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Melinda has always looked beautiful when she was sleeping. The way the warm orange light of the bedside lamp gives her body a soft glow makes her look like a painting. A painting so magnificent no gallery in the world is worthy to house her.
His fingers run gently down her side. He can't help but always feel the need to touch her. Every minute they have alone together feels like a blessing, so they make the most of each second. Tiny caresses when no-one's looking. Gentle kisses to her hair when they're alone in his office.
It's no wonder they can't keep their hands off each other, all the years they've known each other, the countless times they could have acted upon their mutual connection. But they didn't. They didn't until now. They say there's no time like the present but with the lives they live, is now possibly too late? The constant threat of possibly losing her forever when she throws herself into the field is one that he can’t escape. One reckless decision and she’s gone. But that decision will be made another day. For now, his attention is back on her. To make the most of this precious moment.
The little hum that she makes as his fingertips linger on the side of her hips is purely angelic, and she shuffles closer to him. His arms gently curl around her middle almost on autopilot, and he softly presses a kiss to the top of her head.
As he slowly drifts off to sleep, the same thought he's been having recently finds its way into his head.
Her body is an enchantment, and he, is cursed by it.