Chapter 93 - 93

Henry was shocked to find that he could feel the whole of Ellie's skeletal rib cage through her thin night gown. Like a little bird nestled in his hand, he could too hear the skittish beat of her delicate heart. But at the same time, her body was returning flesh to places where it belonged and he could feel himself hit with the realization that here in his hands was a true woman with all of her treasure. Her figure had escaped him as she had spent most of her time cocooned in blankets in bed. Her body was easily his dreams materialized in his warm moving hands. Henry couldn't stop touching her. He knew Ellie had some modeling experience, but he had never ventured to see her pictures. The thought of what could be under flash through his mind before he tried to remember that he was standing under a photograph of his mother--she would be horrified to see what her son was thinking.