Adelaide Knowles]
My feet dragged forward, slowly leading me to his embrace as he cradled my head in his chest. His arms were wrapped around me in the most protective hug I have ever been given while we both stood in a minute silence.
I pushed back the tears hoping to break through my barricaded resolve as Christian ran his hands gently through my hair. I let out a sigh the moment he kissed my hair and for the first time since I've known Christian, he muttered the words I had craved to hear him say in a long time.
“I’m sorry, muffin. I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be making you cry.”
My breath is thick with emotions, my resolve is no longer pushing through; rather, with each word of apology he mumbles into my ear, they falter like they were never made to hold ground. I hate the way I give
