Heretical Fishing - Chapter 37: Neighbors

... ay. I hadn’t realized how much I’d been missing physical touch, and my heart seemed to jump at the impromptu embrace. Her toned form latched onto me like a lost sailor clinging to a life raft, and she buried her face in my chest. I hugged Maria back, matching her fierce grip and resting my chin atop her head.

“Can I take that as a yes, or . . . ?”

I lost track of time as we held onto each other. Eventually, she pulled away, taking a step back.

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