126. I looked at him.
He looked at me.
And for what felt like an actual eternity, time came to a screeching halt and suddenly stood still.
I could only see Norman's eyes, those sad honey-glazed hellfire eyes that looked at me as if feeling everything tearing my insides apart, as if sharing that anguish and wanting to banish it.
His throaty voice shushing me and soothing me echoed all around making me feel safe.
How big bear hands made me more secure than I had felt in years.
I didn't understand why he was still with me even after everything that had happened but I was glad that he was here.
I reached out to those eyes, to that voice, to the one trying to soothe me.
Fingers the color of snow touched those dark, scalding cheeks covered with coarse hair. He hasn't shaved in what loo
