I probably would have been okay. But then he was holding me, and he was so sweet and gentle when he did, that something inside of me just . . . unclenched. I started crying, quietly weeping against his shoulder, fingers clinging to his shirt. I couldn't even bring myself to speak, not right away.
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Date: 2017-05-08 05:51 pm (UTC)