Everyone was uncomfortable and on edge. We all still smelled of smoke. We were all exhausted. Most of my concern was on Annie. The clothes the hospital had given her were so tight she looked like an overstuffed sausage. I was thinking of her comfort when I offered her my clothes.
It didn’t do anything for my comfort when she sat down across from me. At first, she kept her arms folded across her chest, but eventually she had to let her arms drop to fasten her seatbelt. I nearly groaned out loud. A gentleman would have looked away. But no one has ever accused me of being a gentleman. She was beautiful, and so perfect. And even under the horrific circumstances and a near-death experience, all I could think about was running my hands up under that shirt to feel the soft fullness of h
