I don’t hug many people. Not like this. This is good for my soul. It breaks me open and fills me with warmth and comfort. I feel both elated and heartbroken. I never want to let him go, but he’s not mine. I want to cry, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m so happy or terribly sad. Adrian squeezes me and makes a quiet noise in his throat. His hands run up and down my back, and then the fingers of my left hand dance across his shoulders, finding place at the nape of his neck. I comb them through the strands of his hair, and his body shivers. “This isn’t weird,” I whisper next to his ear. “No,”
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