Pulling at his shirt, she broke the kiss to trail her mouth down his neck. The feel of his hand on her bare midriff added fuel to the fire. God, she loved the feel of his hair and the way his body fit against hers. She reached for him, bringing him closer still, and slid her hands into his hair. Their lips met in the briefest of kisses, then again before they settled into each other, tongues mating. He moved closer and she widened her legs, inviting him in. She flicked her tongue out, tracing a circle over his palm. He watched her, his dark eyes heating, shining with the same desire that flared within her. Such big gentle hands could bring comfort and pleasure. She took his hand, kissed the inside of his wrist, then the palm. Yes, indeed, what would she do if he never looked at her like that again? If she couldn’t feel his arms around her, his heart beat against hers, his breath over her skin? He smoothed a hand over her hair and she pulled back a little to look up at him.

How had she come to depend on him so quickly when she’d gone so long with no one to rely on? And what was she going to do when the day came when she’d have to do without him? He came to her and wrapped her in his arms. It’s just so awful.” She indicated her phone.

Mi clicked the phone closed and swiped at her tears before they could fall. They disconnected with promises to get together soon. Mi talked to her friend for a few more minutes, trying to calm her down. There were no answers, only more questions. Lucy was going through the same thing Mi had, turning it around, trying to make sense out of something so senseless.

Rush by Beth Yarnall