innocent-enough brush of mouth to skin.
“he’s been very good. the best little helper i could ask for,” the woman hums, radiating warmth as she squats down beside the boy. tickling him as she kisses his cheek obnoxiously.
“i missed you, benny!” the boy chirps out, bright . . .
she didn’t want to let go, not when being in his arms felt like the first safe place she’d had in a while. eventually, logic got the better of her and she drifted back down to flat feet. taking the smallest step back from him, though her cheeks manage to heat at the . . .
benson had seen her everywhere no matter what he did. everything reminded him of felicity and now … it led to this moment. it had been so long since he had touched her and it only felt like they were apart for not that long. as if they were only away from one another for —;
felicity shows up at the bar about when she said she would, in a pair of jeans and a top that she hasn’t worn since she bought it. clutching her purse in front of her as she looks around, clearly a fish out of water.
i can repay you for this.” a slow shake of her head at that as she guides him around the car to open the trunk. changing tires was most certainly not her forte. it was something she could maybe do in a pinch, if she had guidance. her late husband had always been the car . . .
she immediately opens her mouth to protest as he starts to take off his jacket. eyes widening as she shakes her head at the man she barely knows. carefully, she shrugs it on, avoiding wetting her clothes anymore than she already has.
“you really didn’t have to…” . . .
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as soon as he noticed she didn’t have
anything to shield herself from the
rain, he shrugged off his rain jacket
and held it out for her. “ here, take
this. ” he said, not giving her a chance
to say no as his arm extended out a
bit further to deposit it into her …
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