"It's funny and adorable how you want to hold me, when it's you who wants to be held, Leah. You don't have to hold me. I don't even feel tired." He said, laughing softly, and I shook my head, stubbornly wrapping my arms around his waist as I pulled his head down my chest and he froze at my action.
I was getting brave and brave every day.
"I know you don't get tired. But getting pampered has nothing to do with tiredness, Satan. Let me hold you, let me just hold you. You know when I had my family, very long ago, I remember my parents holding me. They used to hug me for minutes and minutes and wouldn't let me go until I fell asleep. My father would hold me against his chest when I just did not feel right and suddenly everything would just melt down in his arms." I said, remembering the tim
