She felt him wrap his arm tighter as she rested against his chest, his fingers caressing her back. Closing her eyes, she didn't feel any urge to cry. She felt only an urge to smile. He'd hugged her before, and it had always made her feel special. He had been aware her home life had been, to put it bluntly, shit.

Feeling him start to move underneath her, she wrapped her limbs around him as he stood up, easily carrying her through to his bedroom, hearing the door quietly click shit, as she was gently placed onto the edge of his bed. He took off his shirt, her hands immediately...