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Bjorn stood in front of Ari in complete shock, before snapping into action and pulling her into his arms. He didn’t think he’d ever seen her cry before. Hell, he didn’t think anyone had seen Ari cry, at least not since she’d been a child.
“Ari?” he asked tentatively, not wanting to upset her anymore if he could help it.
“Sorry.” She sniffed and lifted one hand to his cheek, returning his earlier touch.
“There’s no need to be sorry, love.” He brushed a soft kiss on the top of her head and she snuggled into his chest, a warm feeling spread through him. As much as he’d wanted them to, the two of them had never had a chance to be close like this. There’d always been an air of caution between them, making sure that they weren’t caught in a compromising position.
“I don’t know why I’m cry
