Nights on the Soul©

I tossed and turned. My face was wet with tears. Dave wiped them as they fell, then held me tightly to his chest.

“Jane?” the name escaped my lips with thoughts unformed.

He showed a pained expression then hushed me with a kiss. The light of the candles waxed and waned. He was large and frightening, then soft as dew. I wanted to speak but words were nothing to the communication flowing from him to me. His telepathic meandering rang wholly into my being. The only separateness I knew was of his body from mine. And perhaps we wouldn’t be separate for long.

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