Futile longing

She came back feeling agitated and worked up. When she saw him, she went over to see if his usual calm demeanor would help soothe her nerves.

He saw her turmoil immediately when he locked eyes with her. Slowly, he approached her and opened his arms. Thankful for the gesture, she sank into him for a hug.

He held her for a while, squeezing her tight, until she felt her body relax.

After a while, he peeled her off him, and held her at arms’ length. Gazing into her eyes, he spoke:

“All ok?”

She looked back at him, searching his eyes for something. He let go of her arms after a while, and returned her look.

“Touch me,” she said.

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