Sally looked at a picture of herself when she was a teenager. She looked so much like, or her daughter Chloe had looked so much like her.
Sally wished sometimes that she could go back to those times when she was young, and before all of the things that had happened to her had happened to her. Would she still have had Chloe? And this was not because she did not love her daughter, but because she wondered if she would have wanted to have her if she had known she was going to die so young and that she would be left to mourn and grieve for her?
But when she was born, Chloe was the most beautiful baby. She was a teenager still, but she had given birth to such a perfect and beautiful baby.
“Is that your daughter?”
Sally looked up at Calvin with a smile.
“No, this is me.”
“Beautiful,” he said and kissed her forehead. She reached for his hand, She wanted to feel him. She wanted him close.
He pulled her up by one hand, and kissed her mouth.
It felt so soothing to have him look at her and touch her. It was a way for her to decompress and not think so much about her pain.
He had only given her joy so far.
The sad tears on her face turned to warm, happy ones.
She was not a teenager anymore, but her feelings and her needs were almost adolescent. His hand inside her blouse felt almost like innocence. Although her nipple was achingly hard.
She ached for more.
Her feelings for him were effusive like those of a teenager, but with none of the emotional or physical innocence anymore.
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I see a lovely relationship coming for the two of them, or rather I hope so, and hope Sally finally finds happiness in love 🙂
~ Marie xox