And he's pressing into her and she into him, bodies shivering, like they are two scared, lost children, starving, starving to be touched, to be held, by someone, anyone, the first one they can find who seems familiar enough, safe enough, strong enough to rescue them. They breathe, heavy. Hard. Their fingers strain at cotton. And then they slow down. Stop. Hold. Rest. Before one of them, or both, begins to sob. Before they break another piece that needs to be fixed.

Lisa McMann

Mots clés janie-and-cabel

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Or maybe she wants to believe that he found her on purpose. Even Janie can have her dreams.

Lisa McMann

Mots clés janie-and-cabel

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