His work-roughened finger created havoc within Abigail. She, who was supposedly fluent in the language of love after having written about it for so many years, found herself unable to describe this suddenly shameless surge of emotion. Instead, all she could do was give in to it, surrendering to the moment, even if only for second or two. But the instant she realized she'd actually closed her eyes with pleasure, she snapped out of her Dylan-induced trance.
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