9.23.2010

Sep 23

She raised her hand and moved it to rest on Ron’s ankle. All neural activity in his body immediately turned its attention to this. He hardly dared to breathe. A disturbance of any kind could cause her to remove her hand, and breathing – as innocent as it may seem – was definitely a disturbance. Besides, who needed oxygen, really? As long as that hand remained on his ankle, he’d be leading a perfectly happy life. Air-deprived and short, yes. But happy.

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