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She saw him sitting there at his desk, so busy, his shoulders tight with concentration.
Lightly, she stroked her hand from his right shoulder to his neck and caresses the sensitive skin beneath his ear.
Bending, she traced her lips across his neck, soft kisses easing his tension.
She can feel him relax back in his seat, his eyes closed as she kisses his jaw, then lowers herself into his lap, her tongue tracing his lips.
Fingers splayed across his chest, soothing words of calm and ease release the turmoil of his chaotic mind.
The siren of his daydreams, the thoughts that release his inter turmoil.
© Juliette Turrell