I don’t know the last time Eli and I hugged for real, because of a shared happiness. If I could pinpoint that moment, I probably would’ve spent the last five years torturing myself with it, so maybe it’s for the best. I just know that when Eli wraps his arms around my waist following a brief hesitation, it feels like coming home after the longest time away. He lets out a shattered breath, pulling me closer, crushing my breasts against his chest. His heart hammers with mine.
