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TaintedKristin entered the small dressing room slowly, shutting the wooden door behind her. He was sitting on the black leather couch staring forlornly into empty space and seemed to disregard her presence if he even noticed it at all. She cleared her throat, hoping to ease the tense silence that pounded through the room. "Clay?" His lips moved, but his eyes were unresponsive. "What do you need?" "I was... Um..." She froze as his eyes swept across the room and landed on hers, and momentarily felt bad that she had made them do so. Except for a distant spark that she could barely detect, one that flickered in a lonely horizon so mournfully far away, his eyes were sheets of blank grayness, only a slight sheen of green visible in their depths. It seemed to cause them pain when they were forced to look at her. She had always been a great judge of character, had a keen ability to see into people. Maybe he could recognize that she saw his sorrow. "Are you - no, you're not. You're not okay." His voice was barely a whisper. "Please leave." "No." Her words surprised even her. "You look like your spirit is almost dead. Please let me help you." He stared at her, her long, dark hair framing the delicate skin of her lovely face, and felt a twinge of warmth building up inside him. "You want to help me." He repeated. "Yes." His brow furrowed. "Then come here." Obeying, she walked to him, gasping when his hand reached up and stroked her face gently. "Kristin." She flinched when he said her name. It was dripping with liquid heat and sounded husky and raw in the still air. Clay stood up suddenly and took a step toward her. She didn't move away. "Kristin. I need you. Please." His eyes danced with hers, pleading desperately. She didn't answer. "I haven't been aroused for so long. So long. And now..." His steady gaze swept over her entire body, drinking her in carefully. Shaking slightly, she reached out to take his hand. "Go ahead."
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