Cinda stayed in that bath for a good hour, recalling the last time she’d run out into a storm and Gabe had come after her, just before she’d turned 18, he’d held her like tonight that day. Had he stood out there in the rain with her, his arms around her, and just held her to his body, she had leaned right up against him, pressed her whole body to his, he’d not know it was something she’d wanted to do for a long time.
Took that moment for herself because she’d already had the biggest crush on him by then, though had kept it to herself. Easy enough done he’d not really been around much, he’d taken her hand that night and ran home with her, hand in hand, though the minute they were back in the house, with light on him, and not darkness from the storm outside, she’d seen the bruise already st
