“Just thirty more seconds,” I told him, quietly, trying to ignore the ache in my chest. But he didn’t listen. He moved, and before I knew it, something warm and heavy fell over my shoulders and arms. What had to be his hands draped themselves on my shoulders, over what had to be his jacket, and slid down over my arms, his hands molding themselves loosely over my muscles and bones. The skin on his palms and fingers eventually landed on my wrists. He was warm. Those palms kept moving downward until they were cupping my hands. His fingers lingered there. Holding them there. Then they dropped
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