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Aftershocks are running through Carol's body.

She just experienced pure bliss and she never knew, she could bend like that.

Her fingers are running through Daryl's long bangs, oh so soft.

His head rests on her stomach, his stubble scratching her past-orgasm, over-sensitive skin.

She doesn't mind.

His breath is cool against her heated, sweaty flesh.

It's peaceful.

He places a kiss on her hip bone.

She feels him smiling against her skin.

"I love you", he whispers and her heart skips a beat.

No man has said these words to her.

Before.