“What are you doing?” she asks before she hits my chest. “I’m not a hugger.” “I know.” I pull her closer. “Dylan.” “Let it happen, Romanova.” She sighs, and it warms the center of my chest. “But, Ajay—” “He can wait. I can’t.” “But—” “Shh,” I whisper into her hair. “We’re having a quiet moment.”
