He releases my hand, opening the car door for me because his mother brought him up right, but before I can slide in, he grabs me, hauling me into his chest and hugging me with a fierceness I can’t help but return. He holds me like this, his face buried in my neck, mine in his shoulder as we each breathe in the other. “Did he hurt you?” “No,” I whisper. “But I’m still really glad you were there.” “I’m always there.” He draws back, cupping my face in his hands as his eyes clash with mine. “Haven’t you figured that out yet? I’m always there for you.” His simple words hold so much meaning. A
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