Before I can second guess and talk myself out of it, I lean forward and wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. His arms slip around my waist as I breathe him in, cataloging every element of his hug. The feel of him pressed against me, the slight musk of his skin, the way his grip tightens just before he lets me go. “I’ll see you tonight,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.
