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Yuki led him to the study. As she reached for a box on the top shelf, her footing slipped on the step stool. Kenji lunged forward, catching her by the waist. For a moment, they stood frozen, his hands gripping her sides, her back pressed against his chest. He could smell her perfume—intoxicating and mature, a scent that spelled 'woman' in every capital letter.
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