Chapter Eight: The Morning After
We lay on the rug in front of the fire, limbs entangled, Jack half asleep, I with my face on his shoulder, not quite kissing it. I had done such things before, of course, with men and women. Although, not often with the latter, and not as often as all that with the former. I was tired, so tired, couldn’t remember not
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How adorable is that opening image?? *hearts* I really like James's train of thought, too; it feels like you've gotten into his mind. This is just PERFECT: The flames played shadows over us, too merry for my thoughts.
OMG, poor Jack. You aren't going to let more bad stuff happen to him, are you? I love James's 'you're not going anywhere'. <3
P.S.: Hope you have a lovely trip!
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I'm sure I will- it sounds like it's going to be awesome. The first week we're working with PhD students, collecting data and stuff. And the second week we're going scuba diving.
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