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Another crimson rose awaited me this morning. I tried desperately not to be swept back into the forbidden and carnal moment, but was helpless to resist the urge to relive every thrilling and sensuous touch.

The scarlet colored flower was placed at the exact center of my desk. It was a vivid reminder of my lurid encounter with a man whom I should not have allowed myself to become swept away into a sea of passion with. A small white card, tied around the long hunter green stem, accompanied the perfectly crafted rose. Although my fingers itched to snatch up the tiny card, there was no hurry for me to read the note enclosed. I had already memorized the message waiting on the inside of the folded note. Fourteen – the number of roses and the number of notes I had received over a span of two weeks. The sender was always the same and so was the brief, yet apologetic, message.

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