Yay!!! I'm first!! Look at me go! I'm a speed reader! <g>
He'd just slumped against her, allowing her to hold him, his head pressed into the crook of her shoulder.
And, as she cradled him in her arms, loving the freedom she had to hold Clark at last even at the same time as she ached for the pain he so clearly was feeling, his arms came around her, enfolding her tightly against him.
She stroked his back, murmuring his name and hoping that somehow she was getting through to him. And she realised that the collar of her robe was damp - with his tears.
AWWWW!!! *sigh*
it sounds like you're thinking of yourself as an outsider. As if you don't think you belong."
"Maybe I don't," he said softly.
Whooohooooo!!!!!!
Can't wait for the next part!
Welcome back, Wendy!!!
Sara (who's wondering if Wendy's still willing to work out that trade...Mere will never have to know
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