“You do that a lot.”
“Huh?”
“Kiss my wrist--you do that a lot--why?”
“I don't know. It's like my lips--on your pulse. I can feel your heart beating and know that you're here. I guess sometimes I find it hard to believe that you're real--and that you're mine.”
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