This be OK?' I asked, innocently. 'You want me to have no skin left?' You rolled your eyes. Actually, don't answer that one.
Lucy ChristopherI remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.
Lucy ChristopherI stayed there, curled up into the warmth of your body, under the blankets, like something soft in a shell. Your arms were firm as rock around me.
Lucy ChristopherThere is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die. - Ty from Stolen
Lucy Christopher