She hugs him tighter, burying her face against the side of his throat. He can feel her draw in a long, shaky breath, her fingertips clenching in his shirt.
"Maybe we can carve out something simple, for the both of us. Something that's ours and ours alone."
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"Maybe we can carve out something simple, for the both of us. Something that's ours and ours alone."