Soren
Alana reached down, running her hand over my erection. She wasn't grabbing me tightly just yet. I could see the playfulness in her eyes but also the joy of seeing me again. Twenty-four hours might not seem like a long time for some people, but it was when you spent every second thinking that the person you loved was dead. Alana managed to survive more than just twenty-four hours thinking that I was dead, and I'm not sure I could have done the same thing if I saw what she did. Granted, she did spend most of that time trapped inside her own mind, but I'm glad that part was over.
Having Alana sitting here in front of me, between my legs, was sort of captivating in a way. After I got shot, I spent my time thinking that the last I would see of her was her running to me in nothing but
