Cupping the back of his neck while he rests his head on her chest, her throat sore, she whispered; as though she were afraid of awakening the part of her that now lay dormant. The part of her that refused to trust. Refused to love. Refused to let its guard down. Her natural state was to be on high alert but in this moment, the stillness of everything except the rise and fall of his chest brought her the courage to remain tranquil. The surety of it all was denied but she accepted it wholeheartedly. “I need you.”

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