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His hand was still on her cheek, her tears running through his fingers.  Time to stop running.  She took his hand from her cheek and placed it on her neck.  That was where he’d gone for the men, she figured that was the preferred spot.  She thought she felt his fingers tremble, but it must have been her hand shaking.  “I’ve made my choice,” she said, determined.  Finish it.  

He didn’t move right away, just looked at her.  She thought he might try to argue again, though she wasn’t entirely sure why he would.  If he did, if he hesitated, she was fairly certain she would lose her nerve.

But he didn’t give her the chance.  Taking the hand from her neck, he ran it up, over the side of her face, cupping it behind her head.  Moving in close, he slid his cheek beside hers and she trembled slightly, though this time not from fear.  Then he ran his tongue along the side of her neck, and she closed her eyes.  This is it, this is the last thing I ever feel.  And she hoped it wasn’t going to be pain.