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"Only because I'm afraid I hurt you."
Again, he worried about hurting her. Again, the only hurt she felt was his mistrust.
She burrowed against him, resting her head on his hard, damp chest, reveling in his pleasantly pungent aroma, the feel of his strong arms as they swept around her and held her close.
But she said nothing.
He interpreted the silence for what it was, her recollection of the concern he had expressed earlier. He whispered, "I'd believe you if I could, Abby."
But he could not.
She attempted to sleep, but the effort of keeping her tears from flowing kept her awake for a long time.

 
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