It’s not permitted that any man should touch you.” “Then don’t touch me,” I said, drawing close enough that he might smell the sweet honeyed wine on my breath. So close that my nipples brushed the back of his folded arms. “I will touch you…” There was a moment—just a moment—that I thought he’d le...
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