He was dead tired, and happy as hell to be home at last. The final leg of the journey had seemed interminable. Being on American soil again after six months hadn't been enough. When Nathan had landed in New York, the first real flood of impatience had struck. He was home, yet not home.
For the first time in months he had allowed himself to think of his own house, his own bed. His own private sacrosanct space.
Loving Jack
For the first time in months he had allowed himself to think of his own house, his own bed. His own private sacrosanct space.
Loving Jack
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But I
want to go home
May be
surrounded by a million people I,
Still
feel all alone
I want
to go home
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He drew her close. Her scent, so needed, was all around him.
It was only then that he understood that you could come home even without the familiar walls.
It was only then that he understood that you could come home even without the familiar walls.
Loving Jack