| She touched his face and he played with her hair as they lay beside each other - just eyes, no words. “Is this too weird?” she asked him eventually. He didn’t answer.
Later she told him about her stepfather who abused her as a child. About that girl at school. About the married guy who promised and lied. She laughed at herself. “Things are so different where you come from and where I come from. And yet … ” She looked up at him and let her eyes complete her thoughts. She slept. He watched her sleep. They spent the night holding each other, not speaking, not looking.
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