When he started walking he lay his arm across my shoulder and chest, forearm resting against my collar bone, pressing my back against his front with every step we took. The restrictive hold should have scared me, made alarm bells go off in my head, but instead, all my muscles relaxed. A sigh slipped between my parted lips, my heart slowed down, and my head felt heavy enough that tipping it back and leaning it against the broad chest at my back felt natural.
