The grooves on his chest were faded compared to the last time she'd seen them. Not by much, maybe, but enough where it struck her again how much time twenty weeks was. She paused, tracing her fingertips over the skin before pressing her lips in a lingering, almost chaste kiss to his sternum.
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Date: 2010-06-22 02:45 am (UTC)