She held her close, lovingly almost. It was awkward, of course. Why wouldn't it be. Wasn't it just this morning that they'd met? Shared tea that afternoon and now this cheap hotel room. And yet, she knew she wanted her more than she had wanted anyone. Even her late husband.
She holds her hands to the woman's face and says, "These lines tell me you've smiled often and yet your eyes tell me each held pain of its own. Allow me to take even a moment of that pain away." She pulled her into welcoming arms and delicately kissed her. A gentle, carefree thing. Modest. Maybe even inspirational.
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