I wrapped my arms around my body, I could still feel the pain from the beating I got that day for crying. My father beat me up so bad I had passed out only to wake up in my own pool of blood.
Strong arms, comforting and protective wrapped around me. Zane's embrace was tight, as if to say he wouldn't let them hurt me anymore, like he would protect me from the memories itself.
“I'm sorry you went through all of that. If you had told me this the day we went to your father's, I would have punched him for your sake…” I chuckled, wrapping my arms around his slim yet hard muscles.
We remained in that position for about a minute before I pulled away.
“Thank you, Zane. You've been nicer to me in a month more than I have received in my entire life…”
His hand stretched forward and I flinched, a
