Never fear! This story is not over yet. I promised fifty chapters, and fifty chapters you shall receive. For those who are mathematically challenged, that means we still have fifteen to go!
In other news: I had my clarinet exam today, which was a bit scary but it went pretty well (a scale or two exepted) so that's all good. Also, I have my dance concert next Saturday, and since I am the teacher as well as one of the main dancers that's pretty full on for me, so I'm sorry if I don't update as often as I'd like. I have quite a few chapters written in advance now, so I'll be aiming for every two days, but anyway we'll see how we go.
Shoutouts go to ctc, CaptureTheDream, xxxBekaForEvaxxx, bookworm1256, 91698padfoot, golfnjen83, Sapphire-Rosethorn, Sugarplumjellygum, whispered touches, maddieeeee (I think you win Penname of the Whenever-I-Feel-Like-It), werewolfatemyphoenix, Amnesia Completa and Elise Suzanne. You guys are totally awesome!
An especially big thankyou for the feedback on last chapter - I'm so glad most of you liked it!
I really like this chapter - it was a nice change of pace for me and I thought it turned out quite well.
36. Hug
I'd forgotten how good he smells. He's so warm. I can feel his heart beating. I can feel it speed up when I touch him. How could I have angry at him? How could I have walked out? It all seems so stupid now.
It feels so right, having his arms around me. I remember the first time we stood like this, back when we were together at school. That seems like such a long time ago. It felt like we fit perfectly together, like we'd been made for each other, even though that sounds like a line from one of Hermione's Muggle romance novels. I can rest my head on his shoulder. I'm only a few inches shorter than him, and I like it that way. I could stay like this forever.
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It's nice, just standing here holding each other. Part of me feels like I should be ravishing her, letting her know exactly how much I love her, making her scream in pleasure. But I know that right now, I just need to be there for her, and that side of us will happen eventually. It's strange; I don't even really miss it. I just want us.
Her hair is so soft! It's always manageable, not like mine. I hope our kids get hair like hers. Christ, I can't believe I just thought that. I can't believe it actually feels right to think that. How on Earth did we come out of this stronger than we were before?
Ha, this italics thing totally doesn't work when the whole chapter is in italics, huh? Review!