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Still, Cheyenne took her time, twisting her fingers while pulling them out and back in until she knew he was ready. Each touch was a deliberate stroke on the canvas of his restraint, a gentle coaxing toward the pleasures that beckoned just beyond the veil of his mourning. Latisha’s grip tightened, pulling him deeper into the encounter. He watched John take in the surroundings—the subtle changes Cheyenne had brought to the once-dismal space. The distance between truth and deception is measured in breaths and heartbeats. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, the reflection showing a man slowly rebuilding from ruins, guided by the gentle hand of a caring soul. It had been months since he had any sexual stirring, so deep was his depression. He could do this; he had to. The chime of the doorbell cut through the stillness of the house like a verdict, and Larry’s heart hammered against his ribcage. Every step they took was charged with the unspoken question of how far they would allow themselves to go, how deeply they would delve into the realm of shared intimacy that awaited them. Larry’s breath hitched, the ghost of her touch sending a shiver down his spine. He could do this; he had to.