The last train

… Steven looked at her an d remembered how it felt to kiss her lies – to be close to her and to make her laugh. Then, the same guilt and pain that had accompanied his attraction for her fell upon him once again. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was nearly one in the morning. He imagined Aimee lying on her side of the bed, fast asleep. All he wanted to do now was go home. …

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