We were back on the road heading to our parents house. "..Only thirty more miles".. I stated out loud, reaching over and holding Rachel"..s hand. I found that I really enjoyed the slightest physical contact with her. Even holding her hand somehow comforted me, knowing that she too wanted to hold my hand and that she too was feeling the same comfort I was feeling.
A few more minutes passed by and we reached our parents home. It wasn"..t the house we grew up in. They had moved I left for college three years ago. It was a really nice house with three floors and a huge foye...
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