“I… I don’t want you to go,” she finally answered because it was the only truth that made any sense.
Brenden nodded slightly before lifting his arm in invitation to come over.
“Come here,” he beckoned.
She moved closer to him before she could think over the decision, practically melting against his body as he pulled her into his arms. Her nose pressed directly into his chest, and he smelled like the hospital and faded soap.
Everything felt better in his arms. He pressed his lips against her forehead and she heard him breathe her in, his chest expanding and falling. She didn’t want to move away. She wanted to stop thinking and get lost in the moment.
“I don’t want to push you into anything you are not ready for,” he murmured against her skin. “You would just resent me in the long run,
