Her heart pumps his blood from the tips of her fingers to the soles of her feet. She can feel him tracing patterns on her back. He feels her warm breathe below his ear, hears her mumbling something about "Holy Fuck" and her skin is sea glass and everything he has been searching for. Blank air space and static wash over her weary mind and envelope
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