by Falls » Tue Feb 21, 2012 3:15 am
George was silent for a while. The only sound up here was the whistle of the wind. On clear days, even that sound was gone and it was completely silent.
Between the coolness of Jason's skin and the warmth under the covers Francesca's temperature fell into a comfortable place between the two. She let his steady breathing be her lullaby and she drifted off to dreamland, where everyone spoke French and no one locked her away for being different.
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