Warren took a tentative seat on the bed. The tension in the air was practically a tangible thing and he felt his heart threaten to seize when he displaced the mattress enough that she moved in his direction slightly. The book was on the armoire just out of reach.
Forget about the damned book! You idiot!
Warren took a deep breath and reached out his hand, setting it gently atop Coatleque's fist. He tried to get her to release her fingers and soothe her.
Don't read a story. Write one.
Forget about the damned book! You idiot!
Warren took a deep breath and reached out his hand, setting it gently atop Coatleque's fist. He tried to get her to release her fingers and soothe her.
Don't read a story. Write one.
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