He slid his hands into his pockets and gave me a slight frown. “Are you okay?” I should’ve lied, but that wasn’t something we seemed to do with one another. “No.” “Can I hold you again?” I sighed and whispered, “Please.” His large arms wrapped around my frame, and I relaxed against him, breathing him in. We stayed there for a few minutes. Maybe five. Maybe ten. Long enough for me to gather myself. Long enough for me to fall into loving the idea of being in Oliver’s arms.
