Something cracked within me.
I found myself wanting to be closer to him. It was the first time since my mum left that someone tried to connect with that level of pain.
“It— it was only a few weeks ago.” I murmured, looking everywhere else but his big blue eyes. I didn't want to break down in front of him.
But Wolf wasn’t having it.
Before I knew what had happened, I was pulled from my seat and was now straddling Wolf’s denim-clad lap. Our chests were pressed together, and his arms wrapped around my waist. His face is burrowed into my neck, breathing me in.
“I’m sorry you went through that, Kitten.” His voice is full of empathy and understanding.
Pressed against him, I found myself leaning into it. The warmth he was offering, not just physically, but emotionally, was something I hadn’
