our love of life and tension

His heart was hammering in his chest, and his limbs felt warm. He’d never felt like this before. But some strange anticipation and anxiety was working its way through his system. She leaned against him. Soft and secure at his side. He suddenly understood for the first time that possessive feeling his grandfather displayed so easily. That need to keep Hazel safe and secure in his arms. What was happening to him?

He found he didn’t like the uncertainty. Hazel might be content to curl up in his arms, and keep this strange newness between them something soft and quiet. But he couldn’t. “So what happens now Hazel? What does this mean?” He asked, voice soft and vulnerable. He might be the taller one. But he was looking at Hazel as if expecting her to hold the answers.


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