[ To her credit, she does not cry. She threads her fingers through his, tightly, and wraps her other arm around his waist. She stays there for a moment, forehead to forehead, then shifts positions slightly, burying her face in his neck so she can press closer to him. He's warm -- and still soaking wet -- he smells like the ocean -- and he's alive. Holding her. Thank goodness... ]
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