Light fingertips grazed around the bruise. My bottom lip trembled. I shook my head, unable to meet his eyes. “Don’t, Max.” “Come here,” he pulled me against his chest. I felt his big arms wrap around me, making me feel safe and protected. And then I burst into noisy tears. He moved us to the bed and pulled me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wept.
Sorry but I live for these kind of moments. The way he’s holding her 😩
