The glee I experienced when I felt her arms wrap around me was wonderfully intoxicating, like a potent drug so compelling I would've preferred to never awake from it's high in my life, if only other matters not needed handling before I could do so annoyingly existed that is.
Yet I couldn't deny myself the momentary pleasure of it for this brief present, as we remained in silence for a few seconds, before she again asked, her voice as cold and proud as ever, though I could still detect the barely apparent and unusual warmth within "Aren't you going to answer me?"
Hearing her question I lightly chuckled, as I teasingly asked "Are you worried about me?"
