His hand's rough in hers, and she wonders if it's just a remnant of island life or if they were always like that. The first couple of times their hands touched what his hands felt like wasn't something she lingered on much. And then it turned into something she tried hard not to linger on much.
And now it's something she lingers on whether she wants to or not.
She lets go of him as they reach the stairwell, taking the stairs as fast as possible, and when they reach her room she unlocks the door and holds it open for him much like he did for her at his doorway.
Like the tape, the photograph of the baby is safely hidden in a drawer. When she moves away from the door, letting it close behind her, she immediately retrieves it and holds it out to him.
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"All right."
His hand's rough in hers, and she wonders if it's just a remnant of island life or if they were always like that. The first couple of times their hands touched what his hands felt like wasn't something she lingered on much. And then it turned into something she tried hard not to linger on much.
And now it's something she lingers on whether she wants to or not.
She lets go of him as they reach the stairwell, taking the stairs as fast as possible, and when they reach her room she unlocks the door and holds it open for him much like he did for her at his doorway.
Like the tape, the photograph of the baby is safely hidden in a drawer. When she moves away from the door, letting it close behind her, she immediately retrieves it and holds it out to him.
"It was on one of my pillows this morning."