It took a second, but his arms wound their way around me. One hand over my shoulders, the other around the middle of my back. And he squeezed. Dex held me to him, the faint smell of laundry detergent and Dex filling my nostrils. Warm skin, warm body, warm, warm, warm. So much warmth, a wild choke lodged in my throat.
a hug like this would probably heal me
