His own hands begin to caress her as well, never lingering in one spot long.
"And I you. I was miserable, fearing that I had driven you away. I realized..I missed having you beside me. It's become instinctual. Though with respect," he says this as his hand begins to trail over her hip, cupping her bottom in a firm but playful grip. "I missed all of you."
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