fte hand

"God," she said. "God. No. No, you're beautiful. God, you hurt so much, need so much. . . . Let me help you. . . ." She fumbled for his hand.
Thomas never moved as her fingers touched his. Not a muscle. His eyes closed very slowly.
"Miss Carpenter," he whispered. "Do not touch me. Please."
"No, it's all right," Molly said. "It's all right. I'm here."
Thomas's hand moved too quickly to be seen. He caught her wrist in his pale fingers, and she let out a short gasp. He opened his eyes and focused on hers, and Molly began to breathe harder. The tips of her breasts showed against her shirt and her mouth opened with another soft moan.


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