Molly
“Josh,” I say softly, smiling at him. “Why are you standing there? Come here.”
It’s like that snaps him out of whatever trance he’s in.
He moves quickly and reaches the bed in seconds. He wraps his arms around me carefully but tightly enough that I feel how tense he is.
I groan softly at the pressure against my side.
He immediately pulls back. “Sorry. Sorry.” His hands hover like he doesn’t know where to put them. “I just… I missed you so much.”
Missed me?
I frown slightly.
My last clear memory is us arguing. I was on my way to his apartment. I remember being frustrated. Upset.
But now he’s looking at me like I’ve been gone for years.
“I’m okay,” I tell him gently.
He searches my face like he’s checking if that’s true. “Are you? Are you really okay? Does it hurt? Are you
