I did as well. [He could admit that much to himself, as well as the reality of what would happen after this. Like drink, he would come back again and again, finding the comfort, oblivion and peace that Eponine happily offered. She was at least not a maid, that might have made him hesitate more.
He falls back against the bed, cradling her against his chest as he guides her with him. This was as close to a Heaven as he could find. A mattress beneath him, a woman in his arms and the quiet, no longer daunting, but comforting.]
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He falls back against the bed, cradling her against his chest as he guides her with him. This was as close to a Heaven as he could find. A mattress beneath him, a woman in his arms and the quiet, no longer daunting, but comforting.]
I didn't hurt you?