Precious.

He’s a tall man. A full two heads closer to the sky than she is. She turns her head when they hug or else she’d suffocate on his sternum. He makes her belly ache with laughter and with butterflies. Often at the same time.

When he holds her she feels like a tiny gift. He tells her she’s small when he holds her feet in his hands or when she wraps her arm around his waist. It’s endearing in a way she’s not felt for a long time.

What a precious thing – to be precious – she thinks. What a skill to make someone else feel that way.

Can only small people be made to feel precious? Or does she have a chance to affect him in the same way? There’s all the time in the world to try.

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