“No one offered this,” he mumbles into my neck. “What’s that?” I ask. My face is buried into his pec, and screw it, I breathe him in. I breathe him the fuck in and let my legs go completely numb. Just one tiny moment. This moment belongs to me. “Endless handshakes, pats on the back, and goddamn, do elderly people love to brush fictitious crumbs off your shoulders…but no one hugged me. Think about that. My grandma died, and no one offered me a hug. Until you. Thank you,” Dex says against my ear.
