“Oh, my, you heard …” Her body was suddenly out of control, convulsive with sobs. Samuel drew her into his arms embracing her warmly inside his chest. Stroking her disheveled hair, he shushed her kindly, letting a month’s worth of agitation slowly disappear as she wept.
Though it seemed odd for her to be consoled this way, she couldn’t begin to move. This affection was what she’d been wanting for so long that she wouldn’t stop it, even if she knew it could be dangerous.
When he began to kiss her, his lips met her forehead as he’d kiss a child. But then the kisses moved downward until their lips connected and their mouths opened. There was no mistaking that this was s****l. Their clench was maddening. Three years. So many unrequited months. Conversations. Stilted moments when this almost
