Sean Russell

but kind and comforting, as she held me in her arms, with her face pressed to me, her hand caressing my hair. The sobbing stopped, a few tears still ran. With a shock, I felt her lips kiss them away. One of her hands stroked my hair, the other gently stroking my arm. She saw my eyes open wide, but not glaring at her this time. A smile crossed her face," That’s better," she said, her stroking didn’t stop. "Becks, your hands, please stop." Her hands paused but didn’t leave me. "Why?" Was all she said. I simply stared at her, a thousand emotions