Your breathing had damn well stopped as the first syllables of your name were spoken. And when your eyes met his, he would keep looking at you for a few more seconds before looking away, a small smile on his lips. You kissed his forehead again. He seemed so vulnerable right now laying next to you. The moment Yancy had stepped out of Happy Trails Penitentiary, he had run towards you to hold you in his arms, almost lifting you off the ground. Your hand went back into his hair and his head moved into it. You kissed his cheek and nuzzled into his arms, head on his shoulder.
Saniyah. Age: 24.
Yancy was still listening to your heartbeat.
Lennon. Age: 20.
See, that’s what the app is perfect for.
You closed your eyes, a peaceful smile on your lips. He wanted to be as close to you as he could. He looked like a puppy, a little puppy finally going back home.