Taking Faith
“She stared at it for a long time before turning to look at the unlocked latch. It was a padlock type, the kind that you had to have a lock and key to lock it. It wasn’t an accident. He was telling her plainly to go. She bit her lip and groaned as she let her mind run wild with ideas of her creeping through the trees a night, Roger being beaten to a pulp or worse for letting her go. It didn't take much of that vision in her head - his lip bleeding, his mouth open in silent scream - to know what her answer was going to be. She practically ran to his bedroom door, but slowed as she eased it open. He was on his side, facing away from her with his shoes still on. She kicked off her shoes, crawled onto the bed and put her arms around him from behind. She didn't know if he was asleep or not, but it didn't matter. She pressed close, actually loving the feel of his heartbeat through his shirt. She drifted off to sleep feeling happier than she had in a l...ong, long time. * * * When she woke it wasn't a back, but a large chest she was snuggled into.MoreLess
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