Differences.

A moan escaped her mouth.

She clenched her eyelids, felt her body relax and her face smile.

He was kissing her neck, slowly, savoring, leaving little marks, taking his time exploring her body. He loved her.

She opened her eyes. It was dark and cold and above all, she was alone.

She slowly sat up in bed, anguish filling her heart.

Another bad night, another night torture.

How terrible it was to be Sister Bernadette.

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A moan escaped her mouth.

She clenched her eyelids, felt her body relax and her face smile.

He was kissing her neck, slowly, savoring, leaving little marks, taking his time exploring her body. He loved her.

She opened her eyes. It was dark and cold, but her body was on fire.

She slowly wrapped her arms around his back, touched his hair.

Another good night, another night torture.

How good it was to be Shelagh Turner.