“His arms wrapped around me, strong and warm and safe, and I didn’t push him away. How could I? How could I find the strength to protest when my heart required this, when I’d spent the week stewing in my anger but wanting nothing more than this, when I’d spent months numbing myself to the memories of this.”

“His arms wrapped around me, strong and warm and safe, and I didn’t push him away. How could I? How could I find the strength to protest when my heart required this, when I’d spent the week stewing in my anger but wanting nothing more than this, when I’d spent months numbing myself to the memories of this.”

— Kate Canterbary