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She lay sprawled on top of him—she his blanket and he her personal furnace.“I’m not making you too hot, am I? I can move if you want.”“Not even if it were 1000 degrees, sweetheart.”She laughed. “I used to daydream about this a lot, you know. Before we were together, I mean. Not necessarily the sex or anything—although that too. But just your arms around me, holding me tight.”“I’ll never understand how you managed to have so much faith in me for all those years.”“I didn’t have a choice.”“Why?”“Because I love you.”