That hug.
She didn't say anything and I was perfectly okay.
I'm not sure how I felt being wrapped around Tiffany's arms for so long, but it felt good.
She smelled like vanilla with a strong velvet mixed. I didn't want to leave her arms, at least not yet.
Our breathing patterned aligned and just when her chest was heaving, I could feel it and even hear it.
She was so relaxed trying to calm me down but it was deeper than that. She was truly making me feel relieved and I couldn't deny it.
"Are you okay?" She asked when she noticed I moved my head slightly.
I sniffed. "Yeah."
She gave a small smile in response then I shifted back a little and looked at her. That was okay and enough, I had to stop being in her arms acting like a baby.
"I'm— i'm sorry for being messed up, Tiff. I'm rea
