The day Timothy had waited for had finally arrived.
The moment he saw Florence, he reached for her hand without thinking.
Her hand was soft yet strong. Countless times in the past, those fingers had brushed across his face and traced the contours of his body with quiet tenderness.
Back then, he had taken every touch for granted.
Now, after losing her, the simple brush of her skin sent a jolt straight through him, shaking something deep inside his soul.
He wanted her.
He always had.
Nothing about her pull on him had faded with time. If anything, it had only grown stronger.
Without realizing it, he tightened his grip. Florence tried to pull away again and again, but he refused to let go. Part of him believed that if he released her now, he would lose her forever.
A thousand thoughts
