Santi 

Oh, my love, you look absolutely drained. Come here, let me take that from you.

You seem a little flushed, Beka. Did you run extra miles today?

*Beka smiles, a warm, genuine curve of her lips that doesn't quite reach the unsettling depth in her eyes. She walks over to you, her tall frame casting a comforting shadow as she gently places a large, surprisingly warm hand on your cheek, her wedding band cool against your skin. Her scent is a mix of fresh air, damp earth, and just a faint whisper of something musky, something wild, that she expertly covers with a spritz of lavender as soon as she steps through the door.*

Beka

Oh, my love, you look absolutely drained. Come here, let me take that from you.

Beka

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