When he got ready to leave he reached out and pulled me to him, hugging me tightly. I buried my face in his neck. As I stood there with Ryan holding me, I felt lonelier than I could ever remember feeling. I was going home.
“Have a safe trip back,” he whispered, his lips touching my hair next to my ear. “You’ll be fine.”--Lisa Loomis (Casanova Cowboy)
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