Page 33 of Torn
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I shake my head a chill running through me.
“Thank God.” His hands scrub his face while a small laugh escapes him.
“What could be funny?”
"We had him here. He said he said he did, but I think that was just because he thought it'd make me end him quick. He was dead wrong." Storm stands up and lays down in bed next to me careful not to touch me.
"Hold me," I whisper only loud enough for him to hear me.
“You sure, I don’t want to hurt you.”
I nod, “I want you too. I’ve never felt safer then I do in your arms.”
He pulls me close to him and even though it hurts I hold it in.
It’s worth it.
