Day Seventy…
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Monica's desperation was evident as she pleaded with Vincent, her voice quivering with a mixture of longing and vulnerability. Her eyes, filled with a deep yearning, gazed intently into his, searching for the reassurance she desperately sought.
"Make love with me, Vincent," she implored, her words laced with an urgent plea. Her fingers gently brushed against his, her touch carrying a poignant sense of need. "I need to feel your love. Tell me that you are mine," she whispered, her voice filled with the raw intensity of her emotions.
It was a plea born of a profound desire to solidify their connection and find solace in his embrace, to banish the lingering doubts that had plagued her heart. She was insecure and threatened by Jane's existence. She was afraid that Vincent's feelings for her would eventually change.
