Even before he spoke she could feel him stood behind her and then turned to gaze into his still beautiful blue eyes, although now they seemed a little cloudier than she recalled and his hair although as thick as ever was not quite grey. He also seemed smaller somehow, not the large powerful man who had wrapped his arms around her.
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