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all of it."
    She moaned. She didn't want to talk about it; not now.
    "No. Right now I want to wash you."   She soaped up her hands and smoothed them over his penis. She circled his tip and he groaned.
    "This is going to kill me," he barely said through clenched teeth.
    She laughed and then stroked his erection again. She liked touching him, feeling his hard muscles beneath her hands. She took her time washing him as he had washed her and when she was finished she let her hands play with him again.
    He groaned out a curse before catching her hands and pushing her against the glass block. Within seconds he had her lifted to his hips, back anchored to the blocks and his erection positioned right at her entrance. He was going to take her right there, completely, and she wanted him to. She had waited her whole life for a man who would love her and with him she was sure she had that. She didn’t know how things worked in America, but love was love and she was falling in love with him, with his family too. She was falling in love so she let him love her, completely, in every way a man and woman could physically love each other and she hoped that his heart would attach to her the way her heart had already attached to him.
    Without lifting his head from the crook of her neck he fumbled for the lever and turned the water off. When he was able to move he lowered her from his waist until her feet touched the floor. She tried to stand up right on her own.
    "Where did you learn to do that?" She clumsily walked out of the shower. He chuckled.
    "Good, huh?"
    "Fantastic," she grabbed hold of a towel.
    "Let me," he took the towel from her and dried her off with a sweet caress. He was gentle with her. That gentleness had to come from love. At least she thought that was how things worked. She had never been in love, or loved romantically before so she wasn’t sure what the rules were. She knew the fantasy she had about love, but the reality as it stood today was something she couldn’t declare expert knowledge on. She knew the love her parents had—that complete devotion to each other that lit up their home with happiness and a complete feeling of safety. If that’s what all love felt like then she would say they loved each other in the way a man and woman should love each other if they planned to be physically intimate with each other—which they already had. She would not have given herself to him if she didn’t feel what she felt.
    "I should go upstairs and get some clothes."
    "I like you naked."
    She could see that. "If I don't get dressed we won't make it out of your bedroom."
    "That's the plan," he grinned.
    "Okay." She strolled into the bedroom knowing his eyes were glued to her naked body. "I guess I'll just lie here," she rolled onto her belly and rested her chin in the palm of her hands.
    "I'll join you." Like a cat he was quickly beside her, stroking the curve of her butt cheeks, gently kneading them.
    “I need recovery." She reminded him.
    "And we need to talk."

Chapter Five

    H e loved making love with her, but avoidance wasn't the way to grieve; he knew that from experience. He also knew she didn't want to talk.
    "What happened to you in Israel?"
    "No." She started to turn away, but he guided her chin back in his direction.
    "Yes. Tell me."
    "I want to forget."
    "But you haven't forgotten. It still haunts you." He remembered her nightmare. She wouldn't talk about it, but he knew it was tied to Israel.
    She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I was sixteen when we left Egypt. When I turned eighteen some men abducted me from my home. They took me out from the city to a small house. There was only one room. It was dirty and smelled of urine. One of the men held me down. They ripped my clothing and they would have taken me, but Aldir stopped them. He had found me only a couple hours after they took me. I was lucky. We were all grateful to him."
    "He started to come by to check up on me. He brought gifts...nothing to raise