She runs her fingers through his damp hair and sniffs and blinks away sudden tears. She doesn't want to be the type of woman who cries after sex but she can't help the tears that slip down her face.
"Love you," she whispers and holds him, just holds him, because she hasn't been able to do this for so long and she feels content and safe in his arms.
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Date: 2005-08-27 06:00 am (UTC)"Love you," she whispers and holds him, just holds him, because she hasn't been able to do this for so long and she feels content and safe in his arms.