came sleeping, thought: There’s soldier, exhausted wars.” lifted hand, — J.D. Robb, Imitation Death

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When I came in and you were sleeping, I thought: There’s my soldier, exhausted from her wars.” He lifted her hand, kissed her fingers. “Now, I look, and I think: There’s my woman, soft and lovely.” Her lips curved as he undressed her. “Where do you get this stuff?” “It just comes to me. I’ve only to look at you, and the world comes to me. You’re my life.

J.D. Robb, Imitation in Death

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