"Klaus?"

Morticia called softly as the guy kept hugging her for several minutes. She had frozen, stunned by his earlier words. Did he mean he can't do without me?

The thought brought a flutter to her chest, a breath of fresh air, and a small smile to her lips.

"One more minute," he murmured, and Morticia gave in. He could hug her all night, and she wouldn't mind.

Finally, he pulled away. Morticia felt weak at the knees, but she held herself upright and met his unreadable gaze.

"Thanks," he muttered.

"You're not going to tell me what's going on?" she asked softly.

"No... not yet," he sighed, his voice...