“Jerry said, standing outside my cabin. “It was,” I agreed, still laughing. “That comedian was hilarious.” “Like a modern day Woody Allen,” Jerry said. “Yeah. Except he was Talasian with green skin.” “Yeah,” Jerry chuckled. I looked at my door. He looked at my door. You wanna?” He inclined his head toward the door. “I don't know,” I said. “Why not?” He leaned in close to me, his lips hovering above mine, his hands on either side of my head, pushing me back against the wall. “I don't know,”... I said again. Slowly, he put his mouth on mine. It wasn’t the first time. He was gentle. He was kind. He didn’t push himself on me and in me and make me feel like I was going to melt into a puddle or spontaneously combust. I wanted to be held. I want to be loved. Senya awoke something in me that I never knew I needed and now I needed it and he wasn’t here to give it to me. I might never see him again. I unlocked the cabin door and we slipped inside. The aroma of roses was overwhelming. Jerry wrapped his arms around me.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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