Chapter 45 - Throughout The Ages

• I was entirely his, in that second. Breathing him in. Smelling so much like the sea on a foggy night.
• Like the mist itself. Which hung beyond the window I was pressed against.
• His hands ran up my forearms to interlace with my fingers and hold them against that cool wall above the slitted window. He put a foot against the wall below to balance under my knee with one of his. Leaving me perched on that tiny windowsill.