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... quiet tent.
Marissa stopped moving. Her hand, which had been adjusting a silver fork, froze. She stood still for a heartbeat, her back rigid. Then, she slowly raised her head.
She looked at him. Her eyes swept over his wet hair, plastering to his forehead. She looked at his bare chest, slick with water droplets that caught the candlelight. She looked at his damp trousers clinging to his legs.
"You are wet," she observed. Her voice was calm, almost conversational, but Der ...
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