Before I can stop myself, my lips form a quiet kiss against her crown. She pulls back. “Shoot, now I’m the one that’s sorry.” “What?” I ask, a breathless sound. “I know you’re not a very touchy-feely person.” There’s a crease in her brow, a sheepish half-smile pulling at her lips. “I keep forcing you into hugs tonight.” “I don’t mind hugs from you.”
