dying-suffering-french-stalkers: The Bedlam Stacks by Natasha Pulley It wasn’t until I shifted
dying-suffering-french-stalkers:The Bedlam Stacks by Natasha PulleyIt wasn’t until I shifted that I realized Raphael was asleep against my back, his arm across me so that it would have been almost impossible for someone, even standing right above us, to shoot me without catching him too. His rosary had imprinted a circle pattern in my arm, then a suggestion of a cross, just near the top of the anchor tattoo. I closed my fingers over the beads. It was the first time I had ever been in bed beside anyone, having been tritely and pointlessly in love with other people’s wives until I was too old to start. I’d thought perhaps I wasn’t the sort of person who could have lived close to anyone else, but that was wrong, now I was here. It would have been good, always to wake up this way. -- source link
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