Chapter 97

He glances up at me. It does throb still. A burning reminder, yet there are no marks.

“Do you want painkillers?”

“Not that sore.” I attempt a smile and chew on my lip.

“Do you want to talk about it?” His brows narrow, a small, encouraging smile tugging his mouth.

“Not really. I just want to forget it.” I let out a slow sigh and shrug it off, hinting that he shouldn’t push.

“Do you want a hug?”

I dart up, startled at his question, and flush shyly; I shrug awkwardly, amazed that he would even offer after everything, after days of giving me the silent treatment, and yet here he is, as though nothing has happened. His eyes never leave mine.

He pulls me by my wrist and solidly wraps me in his arms, molding me to him. He rests his lips against my temple as I sag into him.

This feels too good; this is what I need; this is what I’ve missed. I snake my arms around his waist, entirely enveloped in one of the best hugs I’ve ever felt. I could sta