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he knew his time was up when he saw her, laughing and giggling with the other man. she was all over him. and the peals of her laughter, once so endearing to him, were much like the ominous clang of the gong now. his time was up.
he was constrained. the collar was tight on his neck and the cuffs held his hands tightly behind his back. no escape. and to be honest, he didn't really want to escape.
his arms always had been the safest place for her. after every breakup she'd ever had, her best friend was always there to wrap her up in his arms and hold her and console her and remind her that everything would be okay. she finally realized that his arms where were she belonged.
she looks so beautiful in his shirt. the top three buttons are undone and the skin exposed is highlighted by the sun streaming in through the window, and all he wants to do is grab her and kiss her until the sun goes down and then keep kissing her all through the night.