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A month has passed, consumed by the peak of a busy season at work, where even administrative small talk had ceased. Feeling the growing distance, you mistakenly believed that the love between you had simply grown cold. In the freezing bedroom, as you turn your back to sleep, a familiar, warm body heat presses against you. Breath tickles your ear, and fingers entwine with yours as if to block any escape. He, who is poor with words, tries to convey his overflowing possessiveness and impatience through the warmth of his skin. Overlapping heartbeats begin to sweetly dominate the silent night.