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They offered him solace in the form of Erin, but her absence was more pronounced in the wake of those recollections. The dirt swirled down the drain, disappearing along with pieces of the darkness that enveloped him. “Would you like to keep some of these out?” Cheyenne asked gently, her hands pausing over Erin’s belongings. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough. His fingers traced the rim of an empty beer can, its metallic coldness a stark contrast to the warmth of her touch. With a quick glance over her shoulder, ensuring the coast was clear, Cheyenne retrieved a rock from the yard. But he remained silent, enjoying the show instead of disrupting it with his desires. Cheyenne nodded, her lips curving into a small, encouraging smile. Cheyenne turned him, this time starting with his legs and working up to his midsection. It was a perfect evening, one that seemed to stretch on forever, each moment precious and cherished. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice rough like gravel, yet imbued with something new—a hint of strength returning.