Jack could feel Anna’s pain, holding her pressed against his chest he could just feel her agony. He walked her inside, not letting go of her for an instant.

She started shivering uncontrollably with her cold wet hair hanging down her shoulders. Jack without hesistation pulled of his thicker shirt and put it on her.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and held her in his lap while she warmed up.

Through the sobs and the confusion of Jack actually being in her life again, Anna still managed to get that feeling she’d been craving for months. Her heart started pounding and she seemed to have lost her stomach. She rubbed her face a little deeper into Jack’s warm bare chest, and her tears started to slow.

She traced the the lines of his chest with her fingers, and watched intently to the pattern of his breathing.

She had missed him. No, she had been having withdrawls.