Falling For My Husband
The stiff wind slipped through my dress, making me shiver.
My clammy palms are slipping further, I can feel it, the weight of my body is hanging on my fingertips as I try to sway my feet once more on a make it or break it attempt. When my hand slipped and my foot didn’t get a good footing on the bottom rail, I knew I was in for a fall.
I closed my eyes, preparing myself for a dreaded impact, but powerful hands gripped mine.
I looked up to the person holding my hand, but because of the darkness, I could barely make my savior’s face. Begrudgingly, I hope it’s not Calvin. I’d rather take the fall than be saved by him.
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