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The face before her bore no tiny scar over his left eyebrow from a baseball to the temple at nine years old. There was no little mole on his right cheek. No laugh lines around his eyes…and yet there was something about his eyes. They were the wrong color of course, but the glint of mischief, the almost imperceptible squint, in fact his whole expression and posture screamed Adam.
“Why are you crying, honey?” he asked, folding her into his arms.
Though the Fleshlite hadn’t quite warmed from the coolness of the chamber, a familiar scent surrounded her―her husband’s scent.