He slips silently into the room, to stand behind me.
His hands rest lightly on my shoulders as we watch her from the wings. She’s losing the battle, it seems.
I turn into his arms and hold him close, we fit like a glove, curves against curves, hardness against softness. I can feel the tension leaving my body as we wrap ourselves around each other.
She is forgotten as he whispers excitedly about the exotic yellow fish he’s discovered…....
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