Noah:
“What is your problem? Let go of me!"
She struggled, but I held her closer, pulling her into my chest. She was hitting and screaming, but I didn't care. She was warm and soft, and her noise wasn't much of a bother to me anyway. It was a breath of fresh air in the silence around us.
"You said that you didn't want my jacket, but you were still cold. This is the next best thing," I teased.
She made a face and flicked my forehead. It stung a little.
"You are bipolar. First you tried to grab my phone, and now you are trying to hug me. Pick a damn struggle!"
"Okay. I pick this struggle." I pulled her in more, and for some reason she didn't fight. Her head was buried in my chest, and my skin vibrated softly as she groaned and mumbled against it.
Her hair was soft and still smelled of
