A touch of warmth

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 27, 2017

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Submitted: November 27, 2017



Only then did she feel true warmth. The slight touch, what it brought her was different. Different for only her. His hand gently cupped the back of her head, covered by her thick hair. Her eyes closed, and everything felt stronger. His thumb rubbed and carresed her ear and she could feel his stare, he longed for her, he craved her and in her presence he felt lost, in all of those good fuzzy ways. Her lashes rested on her cheeks and she felt desired. Pushed and pulled, pulled and pushed she had always been; until all of these new moments sunk into her heart. Oh how she cherished this, and him, his soft slow gentle touch, his heart and his soul. His presence. Him. And he gave her his soft little peck which she adored and then she remembered where she was. In his hold. Her head layed on his chest as he rubbed against her hairline, his heart beat echoed through her, and it got faster, and slower and..faster.

Yet in a way she felt cursed, secretly afraid of commitment, of pain though she knew she could handle it. Self destruction could never bring her down. Scared to lose something that felt so good, for the first time. Scared of tears. Deep sharp spears peirced through her heart whenever she thought about this, sadly quite often. But right now, right now he was there and thats what mattered. Her big little baby, her supporter, her crave and her rehab. Her lost but stable soul. He cupped the back of her head, hand warm from her hair, and he snuggled a tad bit closer. There she rested.

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