Sorry, you must be a member of this group to do that.
Our bodies press so close there isn’t an inch left untouched, not a speck of me left unchanged. When we pull apart I’m in pieces, and all the ones I’ve never let out before are clinging to him. I open my eyes and wait for him to open his. When he does, I see the entirety of our life together flash in them. “My home just came to me,” he says and pulls me back into the tightest hug. Krish Hale is a hugger. Who would have thought? I smile against his chest. And it feels so good, it doesn’t even hurt.
