For Jenny, February passed quickly. It was a month of surprises, and she mostly surprised herself.
Every morning, she got up and had breakfast with Chris. Every morning, he hugged her goodbye, holding her closer and tighter and longer as the month went on. Most nights, when Jenny wasn't working late, they ate together, then spent the evening on the sofa.
Talking, watching movies, reading. Jenny was always curled up next to him, held against his body, her head on his shoulder or chest. His warm breath on her skin, his large hands gentle in her hair. And every single night, he hugged her goodnight before they went to their separate bedrooms. She had panic attacks and nightmares, but they were becoming less severe and less frequent.
She simply couldn’t get over how comfortable she felt wi
