#335200 - The fingers of his hand easily circled her smaller arm while her much more delicate fingers didn't even reach halfway around his muscled arm. It's okay, Aphrodite was right, I don't mind. The woman was gritting her teeth and sweat began beading on her forehead but the light emanating from her palms remained steady as she worked.
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