“He, um… They left. Tyler drove me here, but I—” Her voice breaks off into a rough sob, one it’s clear she was trying to swallow before it escaped. A curse falls from my lips as I kneel completely and crawl to her, pulling her up and folding her slender form into my body. “Shh,” I coo. “You’re okay.” I stroke her back as we both kneel on the concrete. I try to give her as much time as she needs in my embrace. How many times have I wished for exactly this? For someone to give me simple affection and ask nothing else of my body? True comfort.
