She imagined him sometimes, the laugh he shared, reminding her his life was hers, that she mattered to him. Her closed eyes summoned him, his hand to her cheek, his gaze holding her in an embrace for an extra moment with love. Her body surrendered to the illusion, her feet moving to silent music, her skin warming to passion's promise as he whispered to her and danced. ©December 2022 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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