Aira instantly turned around to look at what it was that shouldn't be there, only to feel two strong arms slowly wrap around her waist, preventing her from turning back.
But she didn't have to.
They were arms her body remembered, almost like they were her own.
The person easily towered over her, and even before she could think, she could smell the distinct scent of him as he leaned into her, basically asking that she do the same.
He didn't speak or say a word, which only made it even harder not to cry—something that she hated him for—as she tried to pull away.
But clearly, he wasn't going to let her go. There was no way, and he made it clear by tightening his arms around her as he nudged his face into the crook of her neck.
Before turning her around and hugging her into his chest, he picked her off the floor with ease, almost like she weighed nothing, until her face was buried in the crook of his neck.
"It's okay!" he whispered.
