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arsenio came closer. 

tamar turned and breathed him in. she closed the small distance between she and the guard, pulling him against her smaller frame.

"it can only be you, arsenio," her voice hitched beside his ear, breathless before she fell to urging him with presses of her lips to his tongue, his mouth, his jawline.

in her heart, she hoped he would only go with her here, and say nothing more.