I know I probably shouldn’t—and my practical brain is telling me not to—but I want to hug him. It’s not out of pity or anything like that. It’s more a show of understanding—that I get him. I make a snap decision and start to scoot my way down this large couch to where Aidan’s sitting on the other end. “What are you doing?” he asks me, his brows pulled inward. “I’m going to give you a hug,” I say, slightly out of breath. This couch really is massive. I really should have gotten up and walked to him. But in my head, this was the better option.
This book is low key funny at points.
