Monday, September 6, 2010

She was staring from the window for a while before she was aware of him behind her. She unclasped her hands and intertwined her fingers with his as his met her shoulders.
She didn't know what she was searching for, but she knew she didn't want to be where she was.
They remained that way for a few minutes, before she rose, turned and rested the bridge of her nose on the area between his neck and his shoulders. Moisture seeped through the neckline of his shirt, and her back shook.
His hand met the small of her back, and she stiffened.

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