Annabelle placed Colin’s hands on her waist, pulled
his head to her bosom and wrapped her slim arms around him.
Annabelle soon began to regret her instinctive
reaction as Colin went stiff in her arms. He needed comfort and this was how
she was use to giving it.
It was becoming obvious to her that it was either too
late in his life to learn how to be held, or too late in his grieving to be
consoled.
Annabelle pulled back and placed her hands around his
face. Lifting his face to hers she whispered, “I am so sorry for your loss,”
and brought her lips down onto his.
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