His tall, lanky frame went solid as I wrapped my arms around his waist and pinned his arms to his sides. “What the hell are you doing?” “Hugging you,” I mumbled into his chest. “Yeah, I got that. But why?” “Because you won’t tell me what’s going on, so I’m just doing it and hoping it will help.” He squirmed in my grip. “Let me go.” “Nope.” “Thea, I’m serious.” “I am too. You need a hug. I’m giving you a hug. Just accept it.” He blew out a ragged breath, but after a second, his body sagged.
