the columbia review
her naval and breasts pressed against my own body, something in me must’ve loosened. My legs almost gave out, and she must’ve sensed this because she held me tighter. And for a moment, I was frozen. Couldn’t do anything, couldn’t say anything. I just melted into her, and like she’d done so many times before, she took my hands into hers, leaned in to me, and said, “You’re gonna be alright, Vincent. You’re gonna be just fine. .”
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