He pushed her small hand into his jeans. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection. Once outside, she ran towards the playground, and the grotto, a miniature limestone version of the manor, which was in itself a miniature of a fortress. Rumors had it he had been a looker in his youth, all long hair and chiseled muscles, but those days were long gone.
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