[ Her hand in his is enough to keep him from drifting further into that darkness. He takes hold of the contact, gripping her for a moment with almost feverish intensity, a frightened child who longs to be an angel. Then he subsides a little, acknowledging her words. ]
So we tell ourselves, to make it bearable. [ His awareness slides over hers, worshipful hands on her body, lips against her throat. Remembering the smell and taste of her skin. ]
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So we tell ourselves, to make it bearable. [ His awareness slides over hers, worshipful hands on her body, lips against her throat. Remembering the smell and taste of her skin. ]
Will you go to them?