The moment was a long time coming. You patiently waited there for me dressed only with a smile. I felt it, the storm within you behind those eyes. My hand found your forearm. I watched you exhale as my hand slid down to your hand, fingers interlacing. Pulling you into my embrace, I share my reassuring warmth as your soft breasts pressed against my starched shirt.
Kissing your forehead I felt your heart race against my chest. My hands find the supple skin of your back. Stroking you softly at the small of your back, I softly whisper, “You’re safe.”
