Excerpt from my novel, “Little Hollows Beckon”:

“When he opened his eyes, there were tears. He tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me in close, coaxing my thigh around his hip. Together we wept for the trials we had faced, and the gratitude we both felt for not being alone in it. We wept for the feelings of hope we had secretly harbored, and the possibility that happiness was something we could both have — something we could give each other. With lips nearly touching, we whispered the things that had gone unsaid, tethered only by the gravity of having found something so impossibly grand.”

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