He cupped her chin to still the movement. “Please, Ricky.” he clutched her hand tighter to his chest. “Please… I’m not going anywhere.” He leaned closer until his lips were mere millimetres from hers. “I promise.

He cupped her chin to still the movement. “Please, Ricky.” he clutched her hand tighter to his chest. “Please… I’m not going anywhere.” He leaned closer until his lips were mere millimetres from hers. “I promise.

– Jacqueline Francis – The Journal –

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