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16: collarbone

          It felt like an eternity– what with Jasper waiting for her consent on coitus
          and Sophia’s unwavering demeanor– they finally found themselves mutually
          ready for what would change their lives forever. Waiting made a man uneasy,
          as well as hungry– but not for provisions. He had an appetite for something
          more than that. Jasper brought a hesitant hand to her dress, unzipping it with
          atypically gentle care. His other hand turned her around, brushing his fingers
          along her collarbone, thin and soft. He had waited so long, which meant he
          could wait even more. Half parted lips pressed a kiss to her clavicle– it was
          tender, full of everlasting love.