Peach Salinger
The president is holding me in his arms. His grip on my waist is firm, but gentle, and he pulls me close, his chest pressing against mine. I can feel his warmth, his scent, and his steady heartbeat. For a moment, we just still like that, frozen.
"Steady there," he whispers, his voice low and husky, his breath tickling my ear. "You okay?"
The spell’s broken.
I nod and he helps me stand on my feet. Marienne’s eyes is already teary, and she hugs me tightly.
“I don’t know what I would’ve done to myself if something had happened to you.” she breaths into my hair, stroking it. “I’m so sorry.”
I hug her back. “It was my fault. Please forgive me.”
We let go of each other after a few seconds. All the while, the president has been standing there, watching us. Fear pumps dark w
