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It had been two years, and Liza was terrified.
She felt it as Josh dropped to his knees to kiss her stomach.
The fear was like ice in her belly, twisting, contorting, mingling with guilt. She was lying to him. About who she was. About how long she’d been that person.
Yet she felt so present with him. So appreciated and wanted and alive.
The fear was like ice, but his lips were warm.
He looked up. Smiled.
He lavished her with attention, he lavished her with his mouth, and the ice in her belly dissolved, resolve crumbling before desire.