#Chapter167
Remember
His hand on the book slides away from it, and places it on his moms forehead instead, gently stroking her hair back, and then resting lightly on her hairline as he leans in to be able to see the words on the pages. I pull my feet up on the bar of the stool and drop my knees against his, drawing warmth in every area of my body now, sliding one arm behind him and making the most of allowing myself to be immersed in his body. I reach out gently and touch Sierra's hand as instinct takes over, the need to let her know I'm here too is all consuming for some unknown reason. The sudden compulsion to connect to her and somehow complete this little circle we have going on.
/"She's so very beautiful. You look like your…./"
