“It’s all right,” Ginny said softly. “I’m going back to my room.” “What’s the time?” “Just after six.” Girland sighed, stretched and turned on his back. Ginny, sitting on the edge of the bed, her blonde hair a little tousled, her naked back to him, was groping with her feet for her slippers. He reached out and pulled her backwards across his chest. “Hello, Ginny,” he said. “Don’t go yet.” His hands closed over her small breasts and he kissed her ear. She jerked away and scrambled clear of him. Snatching up her wrap, she put it on. “No, please. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Girland crossed his hands at the back of his neck and regarded her. “It’s early. Come here . . . you don’t have to rush away as if you’re catching a train.” “No. It was a lovely night, Mark, but it is finished now. It won’t happen again.” “It was a lovely night,” Girland agreed, thinking how pretty she looked. Then with his charming smile, he said, “I would like it to happen again, Ginny, darling.”
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