Was I suppose to run into him arm? Or maybe drop the towel? f**k, the latter was unnecessary but it did come to my mind. We both stood there just staring at each other, Elijah, gasping with no words coming out of his mouth while I, holding my towel tight.
"You're here" He finally breathed, leaving the door nob and moving towards me, and within a second, he scoops me in arms.
My hands was still holding the towel making the hug look kind of weird but that was OK by me. I was happy to be in his arms-right now I felt safe, I felt at home.
"You're really here" he mumbled into my hair and I removed the hold I had on the towel and wrapped them around his waist.
"I missed you" I said to him and he pulls me closer to him, tightening his hold around my waist but I do not mind, it makes
