The excited, celebratory hug turned into more. His body relaxed, and my arms moved, pulling him tighter, towing his chest right up against mine. Drew’s chin dropped onto my shoulder, and his hand stopped slapping my back. Instead, his fingers dug in. So this is what it’s like. This was what it was like to be held by Drew. To hold him. Damn.
I live for these moments 😭😭
