14: Can’t Stop This Thing We Started
Rose spent the night in Jack’s room, nestled in his arms, neither speaking, her head resting on his chest, breathing him into her, while his hands wandered the planes of her, wove their way through every strand of her perfect hair. While Jack did not know her answer, he felt an ease, an ease he hadn’t felt in decades. Somehow, he knew her mere presence was the cause.
Eventually, she sat up and looked down at him. He leaned up and once mais traced her face with the tips of his fingers. “Jack, when you said we would live simple, normal lives the way...
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