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He came, he came, he came.
He tilted his head. “Are you o—”
Before he could finish formulating that question, I landed on his chest
with an oomph. Then, I wrapped my arms around him the best I could. “You
came.” The words were muffled against the soft fabric of whatever he was
wearing. His chest was warm and wide and snuggly, and for a second, I
didn’t want to give a damn about how I had plunked myself onto him or how
embarrassed I’d be about it later.
Because for better or for worse, I was hugging Aaron.
And he … he wasn’t returning the embrace, but he was letting me. With
his arms hanging on his sides, just where they had been when I launched
myself at him. His chest wasn’t moving much either. It felt a lot like hugging
a marble sculpture, unyielding and hardened under my cheek, only that it
pounded with a heartbeat. The latter being the only sign that I had not
shocked him into cardiac arrest.
Because besides that, Aaron remained completely still.
Taking one step back very slowly, I gazed up.
Okay, so he looked like a statue too. Perhaps I had broken him with my
hug.
That would explain why he was barely blinking as he stared at me for a
long moment.
Time in which the last minute started settling in. Desperately, I searched
my mind for something to say, anything to excuse my brief and temporary
madness that had resulted in me launching my body at his. I came up empty.
He finally broke the silence. “You thought I wasn’t coming.”
A part of me didn’t want to admit it. Even when it was pretty obvious.
Aaron continued, accusation in his voice, “You hugged me because you
thought I wasn’t coming.” His gaze was searching. As if he couldn’t believe
or understand what had just happened. “You’ve never hugged me before.”
I stepped further back, fumbling with my hands and feeling a little
overwhelmed by the way he was looking at me. “I don’t think it computes as
a hug when one of the parties remains like a wooden stick, Captain Not So
Obvious.” I decided right then that in my head, it hadn’t been a hug. “Plus,
you were late, and you never are, so what did you expect me to think?”
As I backed away some more, putting the right amount of space between
our bodies, my gaze finally managed to take him in completely. From head to
toe. And … yeah, from toe to head too. Because the soft fabric that had been