Jenny

When I get home, Josh is on the back deck watching the waves pound against the sand. Walking up behind him, I wrap my arms around him and bury my face into his warm back. Josh takes one of his hands off the banister and holds my hands that are grasping his chest. His heart pounds through his chest; I can hear it with my ear pressed against him and feel it with the palm of my hand. Maybe it's my beating heart that I hear. I love this man so much that I will do anything to make him happy...and I need him to know that.

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