Involuntary weakness set upon her...she release her guard and fail into waiting arms Arms that swore to protect even if for a moment an embrace that said more then words could speak drifting into his protecting waiting
Waiting for what comes next the tidal wave of emptiness that usually seems to follow the broken promises that often leave her hollow but no all there is tranquil peace an intimacy that screams louds that maybe he could just be the one for me
But could I be reading too loudly into the light warmth of his embrace are these feelings mutual or just a ibe way street to play? How does a girl tell the difference when you're so close all I honestly want is to be closer to the touch the fragrance of your skin