“Just hold me please,” she replied. I’d hold her forever if I could.”
“She leaned into me, and when I closed my eyes, I knew I wanted nothing more than to hold her this way forever.”
“I knew that she couldn’t hear me if she was there. But the sound was enough to grab me, to hold me to hope, and with desperation that I’d never known before I knew that I must find my way back to her.”
“This feels nice. I could hold you forever.”
“I don't fool myself that I hold her together—she does that on her own—but holding her keeps me from flying apart.”
“Cross,please, just hold on for a few more minutes, okay? You promised to make out with me in a castle, and I'm holding you to it.”