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He was drowning in her. All five of his senses were inundated with her. The feel of her beneath him, atop him, all around him. The sounds she made, intermixed with his. Her visage, her taste, her smell, she was inescapable--
Holly hurled the romance novel's manuscript across the room at its author, giving him a papercut she made a mental note to heal later. "Really, Artemis? Smut in the first chapter?"