"He was hurt by some people, I wanted to see him again." Merope moved behind the chair and got closer to the strange, lanky doctor and put her hands on top of his shoulders. A sigh passed through her lips, her body felt cold and his large body had always been soaking up the heat like a lion on the safari. Easily, she moved to wrap her small arms around his shoulder, not quite getting completely around them and moving them to set on top of them so her hands could connect.
Merope had a great desire for Jonathan, much more than he probably knew. All of her attentions said that she wanted him, rather or not he looked like her husband, his appearance to her had only mended her bleeding heart. "..T.." She nearly said Tom but stopped herself immediately before the O was even pronounced.