Willow

She held still, so, so still, and Nick slowly reached around her, pulling the gear off her harness himself, his hand sliding along her lower back as he did. He clipped the gear to his own harness and then slowly reached back, his rough thumb grazing her lower lip as he gently wiped the chalk smear from her cheek. She stared at him as he did it, her hand still resting on his abdomen, her skin burning under his touch, His adams apple bobbed in a hard swallow as he stared back, saying nothing. It was as though, if they just moved slowly enough, were just quiet enough, then they wouldn't do anything they'd regret, wouldn't do anything to hurt those that they lived with.
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A story of love, in the vertical plane. A young climber finds attraction, but with the wrong man, at the wrong time. Adventures in wild places, high above the ground, have brought them together, but can they resist the pull they have toward one another? Or will they fall, literally and metaphorically, risking all and hurting those they love, just to be together? Only time will tell.