![]() ![]() Her fingertips wandered across my shoulder, then paused at my collar. Her fingers traced down my right arm, slow and searching, and then back up again while I rocked lazily back and forth, moving to the rhythm of her breathing. She curled up willingly against my chest, her legs draped over mine. And-as I was sure was true for me as well-there was absolutely no need for it. I could only guess she was shy again, that she felt the same unease after being separated that I had felt returning to her room this morning. She seemed unconscious of the fact that she was warily wringing her hands. Still, she moved more carefully as she approached me this time, and paused, unsure, when her knees were an inch from mine. ![]() ![]() Two high spots of color marked her cheeks, and her eyes were bright and eager. It was only a few moments until she rejoined me. I heard the brush tearing through her hair and it made me wince. I could hear Bella banging cabinets and slamming doors. ![]()
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