“Nothing has felt this good…this right, in a long time, Nerissa.” He said it so softly I thought I had imagined it. His face turned toward me, but I did not look up into the hood. “I don’t think I could let go if you asked me.” His fingers contracted. “Yes.” He repeated the action and he could have asked me anything and I probably would have said yes. “And this…” he rubbed his thumb along mine. “Yes.” His forearm was trapping my forearm against his side at the angle he held our hands. I bunched the blanket at my head to make a better pillow and drew in a breath for my thankful lungs.
I didn’t want to move and break the contact. I felt his heart beat under the back of my hand. “He took our entwined hands and set them on his chest…which forced me to have to scoot closer to him, eating up space between us.
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