Scarlett

With a loose tie hanging around his neck along with a black suit and crisp white shirt beneath the waistcoat, he barged into my room before pulling me in a bone-crushing embrace.

I fastened my arms around his hips tightly, not saying anything but feeling the warmth of his body against mine. 

"I…I did it," he whispered in such a low voice that I didn't know if I was meant to hear it or not but I had heard it anyway. 

Running my hands down his back, I nuzzled my nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling his strong cinnamon and pine scent that soothed me. 

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