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He closed his eyes, letting the moment wash over him. When he opened them again, she was standing, her hand resting gently on his hip. "Thank you," he said, his voice filled with genuine gratitude and something more.

She smiled, her eyes soft and warm. "Anytime, John. Anytime."

With a final, lingering touch, she stepped back, giving him space to gather his thoughts and his belongings. John quickly dressed, the feeling of Sandra's touch still lingering on his skin.

As he prepared to leave, Sandra walked him to the gate, her hand resting lightly on his arm. "Take care, John. And remember, you're always welcome here."

He nodded, feeling a deep sense of connection and appreciation. "Thanks. I'll see you soon."

With one last smile, he turned and headed to his car, his mind racing with the events of the morning. As he drove away, he couldn't help but think about Sandra's touch, her words, and the promise of something more.