My mind barely registers that her arms move, shutting the door behind me before wrapping me up, tight. The hold so tight, it’s almost suffocating, but it’s what I need. Like one of those weighted blankets kids use for anxiety and security. Except human and warm. Alive. She’s alive. That woman might not be. That child might not be. But Gabi is. There is sunshine in the world and it is personified in Gabrielle Nicolette Mancini. Everything clicks then. I need this woman more than I need to breathe. Somehow, in this crazy scheme, I fell for her. I fell for Gabi and I fucking need her. Right now
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