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Elias stepped behind her, resting his chin lightly on the crown of her head. The scent of her—lavender and aged paper—was his true north. "We had a lot to prove to the world," he said. "Now, we only have to prove it to each other. And I think the verdict is in."

"The garden needs turning," Clara remarked, her voice a soft rasp. She didn't look up, but she knew Elias was watching her. She knew he was calculating how many more seasons his knees would allow him to kneel in the dirt for her prize hydrangeas. extreme mature sex

Their romance had evolved into a series of invisible scaffolds. It was the way he pre-warmed her side of the bed with a heating pad every winter night, and the way she curated his medications so he never felt the indignity of forgetting. It was a love stripped of performance, existing in the steady hand he placed on the small of her back as they navigated a crowded sidewalk, a gesture that said I am still your anchor. Elias stepped behind her, resting his chin lightly

"I’ll start on the south bed tomorrow," Elias replied. He didn't mention the ache in his lower back. To acknowledge it would be to invite her worry, and her worry was the one thing he couldn't bear to carry. "Now, we only have to prove it to each other

"We were so loud then," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips.

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