"Can you dance?" she asked before she could stop herself. "I can," he said, affronted. "I'm really good with the slow songs."
"When he turned back toward her, he kissed her deeply. "Don't ever doubt that I love you," he said, cupping her chin in his strong hands. "That will never change." Beck's taught body covered hers, alive and vital, charged with desire. And then they became one."
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Source: Jana Oliver (2012). “Foretold”, p.346, Pan Macmillan
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