Tiara
I let my hands rest gently on his back. At first, I barely touched him, unsure if I was allowed to hold him the way he was holding me. But when he didn’t pull away, I leaned into his embrace, letting my body relax against his.
His heartbeat thudded steadily beneath my ear, grounding me. He didn’t say anything at first, just held me like he didn’t want to let go. And honestly, I didn’t want him to either.
“I didn’t know you could be like this,” I whispered.
He tilted his head slightly, his voice low near my temple. “Like what?”
“Soft,” I admitted. “Like someone who’d care if I disappeared.”
There was a long pause before he said, “You matter, Tiara. More than you think.”
That stopped me cold.
I stayed quiet, not sure how to answer that. A lump formed in my throat. My wolf stir
