My hands rest on the worn wooden rail of the bridge.
And I feel him next to me.
I close my eyes to focus on his warmth.
My heart swells. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this. So many years.
Yearning fills my emptiness.
I tremble with need, so I command my arm to reach for him. To touch. But my hand remains on the rail against my will.
I can’t move.
My throat is tight, locked, preventing speech. My heart thumps as I battle my muscles. In vain. I can’t turn to find his eyes or hug him. I can’t tell him I’ve missed him or do anything but be aware he’s next to me. And I’m frozen.
Tears find their way down my cheeks.
And I feel it.
His warmth leaves my side and places itself behind me, enveloping my back…neck…arms…hands. Long-known protective warmth.
And all I can do is feel.
Strong hands rest next to mine on the worn wooden rail. Aaron’s hands. Just a sliver away. One on each side.
His body grazes mine, teasing me. I’d give anything to lose myself in his chest.
But I can’t move.
And I don’t know why he’s here.
I don’t know how we ended up in this place.
I don’t know where this place is.
But I know one thing for certain.
I long to stay like this. Forever.
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