A cold shiver of guilt runs down my spine, and my breathing hitches for a minute. Paul’s arm wraps around me until his palm is on my chest. “You okay?” I clear my throat and force a smile. “Yeah, all good. Just got the chills.” He sits up a little and looks at my face. Fuck, I hope I’m masking my emotions hard enough. I want to bury my face in his neck and have him wrap his arms around me again, tell me I’m enough.
