Palliate

He was breathing hard. The work was due the day after and he still did not come up with anything. Cold sweat under his acrylic t shirt. 

Some footsteps behind him. She appeared on the corner of his eye, stamping a kiss on his jawbone and leaving.

He started breathing regularly again.

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